and so they are. you try and calm them down, laying your hand flat against your stomach. does it work? do you calm down?

i doubt it. if you can't calm down the butterflies, what makes you think that the moths, hungry for light and trapped in you stomach, where it's eternally dark, will still themselves long enough for you to breathe. and just think. just think. to let you reason with yourself and tell yourself that this..this...is but madness.

drain your brain. perhaps, if you cannot think anymore, the moths beating their wings against your belly will no longer bother you. or else do something. ride a bike. look up the meaning of logorrhea. keep yourself entertained.

the moths, though...you'll not hear them screaming in frustration, but you'll feel their desperation. to the light. to the light.

oh god, to the light.