Just a Small Butterfly
In this life, what is man looking for? Or is man looking for what? something worthwhile? something different, conspicuous and spectacular? pressed for circumstances in their various brazen reasons in a form of nothingness. So ... is that what they feel? Someday if it has metamorphosed, I will look for humans and ask it. Surely they will answer it. Or ... they just stunned ... admired or even killed me. I'm an animal. I'm a butterfly. And I was bowed in my prostration night. "Lord .. if I can touch deep into the bottom of the hearts of the souls squeezed with this weak finger, I suck out the seduction that settles their happiness".