I Can't See The Wind

It's not so late and yet I should be seeking sleep.

I am not,
Every sense is alive for some reason.

I try to watch the same episode of the same bloody series i've become engrossed in for the third time.

I fail again!

Why?

Because of a bloody moth.

I opened my window to let some cool air in and it piggy backed a ride.

I can't see the air waves or feel the tiny breeze it creates behind its wings but I know they exist.

It bounces around my little light seeking something and I stare at it for ages.
It's the first one i've seen this year.

What are you looking for?
I doubt it knows, it just sees the pretty light and it is drawn to it.

How many of us are exactly the same?

How many of you would squish it?
That is not me!

I catch it gently in one hand and I can feel it's tiny wings fluttering in my loose fist seeking escape.

It's life is fleeting,
!We endure!

I open my window and let it fly away.
Then close my curtain and window blocking all light so it can not return.

Why?

Because that is me.

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