What’s the opposite of suicidal?
The young redhead was worried.
Morgan Freeman apparently discovered a new pharmaceutical, now he’s looking for a disease to cure.
Extemporaneous laughter, best he could come up with. Sounds serious.
Oh, and spontaneous crying. The old man blubbered at the descent of a cap.
But he wasn’t sad.
The old man only cried at happy stuff. Took a while to figure out. Wasn’t depressed.
He cried at heartwarming shit. A word, a phrase, something good. A hug.
The lipstick on a pig’s smile.
The old man didn’t want to die, that was it, he thought.
Too damn happy.
His long, long life felt like a larval journey.
Only to become a butterfly in old age.
Life is good alright.
Also fleeting.
Average life span of a butterfly ’bout one month.
Be just his luck.
Until then, decided be a tortoise
who thinks he’s a butterfly.
Just startin’ out.