Memories

Every person passing through this life will unknowingly leave something and take something away. Most of this “something” cannot be seen or heard or numbered or scientifically detected or counted. It’s what we leave in the minds of other people and what they leave in ours. Memory. The census doesn’t count it. Nothing counts without it.

Butter-Fly

After an endless dream, in this miserable world  

That's right, maybe not using common sense isn't so bad after all  

Even with these awkward wings, dyed with images that seem to stay  

I'm sure we can fly, on my love...