Ive folded into a cocoon

Ive folded into a cocoon and haven’t seen the sun since. It should be warm inside but I am cold. I’m covered in uncompassionate silk. The threads are thin empty promises and break easily, I was better off in my tears. At least they would warm up my face but now I’m dry even in my eye. I was a worm not too long ago. Munching on a lifestyle based on media interpretation. Feeding on the advances of female relations. Pop culture subversion led me to a frustrating integration of watching the sense I had made of everything start fading. I ate into the illusion until I ate away the curtain. My diet was a feast of lust, pretense, fear, wishes, regrets, false-witness, addiction and so much more. Multiple deadly sins were digesting nightly as I dozed away. I was such a glutton I had bulged into a star. But I wasn’t a shooting star because I was headed knowhere. I was a black-hole. I had collapsed into myself and was eating away at my own world. My appetite was insatiable I didn’t know how to stop. But before I could destroy my very structure and watch myself fall, I folded into a cocoon. It’s so quite and lonely. I can hear everything, and I spot everything too. But nobody sees me. Nobody sees inside the cocoon. Its all so plain on the outside. Boring and uninviting. If this is how you met me then you’ll never know my nature. But if you stick around you’ll get to witness divine intervention. You’re going to wait a long time though, just ask me. My patience is now the length of a centipede. Sometimes its difficult just to breath. That’s when I hold my breathe to relax. And my cocoon grows stronger. But I am strong enough to endure. No longer do I count days because I entered the cocoon many many moons ago and haven’t seen the sun since