All of us are born from different worlds into bellies of mothers
Alien children struggling in masses of flesh
A new “nothingness” enveloping us; we do not know anything
Yet we are in existence.
Your words, my words
Your languages of love versus my wisdom and choices
Your beautiful smile and strange ideas in my head
My voice stuck inside a throat used to screaming at children in schools
Some butterflies were escaping the intestinal tracts
We are all from different worlds, and nothing on Earth is permanent
We are ex-differences in a small, negligible shared moment, alien temporary home going towards new different worlds once time ticks and arrives and pushes us towards the exits
And into different worlds once again.
Where minds do not matter and memories altered
Butterflies caged, and
The infant will learn to cry again.