12/25/2015 The Christmas Caterpillar

Entry by: Alexander Travis

There’s a being on this planet that feels grateful to be alive. She understands the beauty of living in the moment to the point “understanding” is only a word that people use to keep alive their delusions. While she was with me, she didn’t bother to criticize anyone, for she understood nothing exists other than the pure beauty of surrendering to the unknown and letting a life time of fear completely disperse into the atmosphere for what was (whether she knew it at the time) the most blissful hour and a half of her short life. This little lady’s name is Elvis. I was taking a nap in the field behind Phillip’s home. Then, after stepping back inside, I found her crawling on my shirt. I brought her to Phillip’s room and laid down to find she has had a beaten life and desperately needed rest. After she trusted I meant her no harm, she fell asleep on my fingers. Once she woke, half asleep, I gave her enough time to gather her energy, and then, I brought her back outside, gave her the best of my luck, and wished her on her way with a genuine Merry Christmas. I’m glad I found her; she made my day. (: