a lot of things don't make sense. other things i don't understand i will never understand. is there a difference between the things that don't make sense and the things i will never understand? i can say i just gotta be me but it all depends on context. there's this form i'm in but the context shifts, maybe in patterns, but increasingly in entropy. i stop as long as this butterfly rests and i'm grateful i can be here with the butterfly in mind when the butterfly moves on.