5 September 2012
The butterfly
Not getting anywhere on these obstacle floors. Becoming old and ready to cocoon, It was going to happen today at noon. I rest for awhile as I change. From being ignored, To being amazed. I reveal myself from what my soul was hiding, Beautiful wings that I will use for gliding. A beautiful butterfly is now what I am, With a huge colourful wing spam. My personality now shines bright, I am no longer everyone's fright.
The Butterfly • Opuss № I