I've always enjoyed butterflies. How they silhouette through the air and guide past troubles and beauties. Yet they have a certain distracting lure to them that can cause ones mind to wander. Staring at the detail of the wing and the unique design of each and every one can lead me to wonder what truly made the idea of this great creature that holds such beauty and responsibility. Perhaps, I am like a butterfly in certain ways, but not like any regular butterfly. One in which that hasn't come out of it's cocoon. Out of it's wall. One that has seen the world, and has decided to never open to it again and to hide from it's monsters.
