
(Credit: Randy Monteith, http://www.digitalartistdaily.com/user/SnowDog )
When I emerge from my cocoon, I won’t be a butterfly, I’ll be something new and exciting and even more beautiful. And how hearts everywhere will sigh at the sight of me, but I will always be just above their heads. I will have favourites who will be allowed to come infinitesimally closer, who will be killed by their jealous peers or if they are not killed their eyes will dry out from staring at me and they will go blind.
And when the plans to catch me are well underway, I’ll fly into the sun and expire in a blaze of glory.
nakularora
/ July 24, 2014Beautifully written…. 🙂
W. R. Woolf
/ July 24, 2014Thank you 🙂