butterfly

you’re flying, but where are you going? paris, australia, greenland? maybe you’re just going down south for the winter.

but, if I were you, i’d take those little wings and go everywhere i could possibly go.

every continent, country, state, city.

every little girls finger that would look at you like you’re the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. the greatest creature on this globe in her eyes.

but many already think that without you landing on their finger… you might as well just head down south, not to every continent, country, state, city.

…

but where did you find your color, small one? can you even see how beautiful you are? or maybe do you wish to be more colorful? that you were like another?

have you ever looked at your vibrant blue skin and wished for the burnt orange you see in others?

do your feelings parallel mine?

feelings of wanting to be more beautiful, more wanted?

do you realize that you are wanted?

am i failing to realize that i am wanted?

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lastly, are you afraid? you seem so fragile.

like the wind could just take you away from your journey.

are you frightened that you could come all this way

from crawling to cocoon to flying

just to be captured in a small net?

are you scared of not being able to continue this journey?

to every continent, country, state, city…

or maybe just down south.