Wish

“Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know-because once I wanted something and got it.
It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

-Sweeter,- echoed her nonexistent smile. -Only for fools, who never truly touched anything, imprisoned within their sterile worlds of the fake wish. Eye, eye spent half of my life surrounded by caterpillars. The creatures unbalanced, shy, softy soft, of iridescent colours, clumsily tumbling over, chasing their balance, their shadows, their echoes, till one day without building a cocoon, they simply spread their wings to wave goodbye…