:Title: Change :Album: 50/90 2018 :Post date: 09/29/2018 - 16:00 :Tags: ss092918n; superskirmish; feast; Change When I think of change I think of little caterpillars. You know they did not start there for they have already changed. They started just as an egg. Kind of like a seed. They started just as an egg. And slowly grew to be a caterpillar with a mouth and feces. Did you know some caterpillars launch their feces at the leaves far away so their predators won't see that they're over here devouring this leaf. And lovely caterpillars, they grow and they grow getting nice and big and fat. And soon you will know that the lovely, lovely caterpillars will transform once again becoming butterflies or moths or my friend. And everything it will change. And inside your pupa you'll be rearranged. And the hunger you once knew will be replaced with a knowing of where to fly, fly, fly. That hunger deep inside will be replaced as you take to the sky. And I'll see you once or twice before you fly, fly away. I'll see you once or twice, and then I will have to say bye.