Abandoned by fireflies.
There are no fireflies here anymore.
The green grass is lonely tonight.
Moonlight is too far for him—
and it shines with borrowed light.
City lights are too bright for him,
and they won’t ever travel to him.
The grass is scared of the dark.
Is it really, though?
The grass is not afraid of the dark.
He is afraid of its truth.
No light means there is no one—
no one to witness how radiant his green is,
how prettily he dances with the wind.
The bugs have abandoned him.
The animals are too big to notice him.
The brown ground is too soft for his roots.
And the plastic in the soil is indifferent.
There is no wind.
No fireflies.
He is too short to kiss the moon,
and too far away to hug the city lights.
The grass is lonely tonight.
He has no hands—
he can never embrace himself.
Caligo.
Only Caligo can make me feel bad for grass 😭
I hope he gets some company soon.