My brain is like a butterfly. It's beautiful and complex. It gets lifted with the slightest breath, and when the rain of life falls, it must take a break, not fly and wait for the brighter days to come. Its wings fold and expand with the exercise of daily life. So delicate and flighty! But, please don't rub, because the powder will come off, and my mind will find it hard to fly anymore. So, use caution looking into this mind, and be mindful to take care when befriending. I hurt easy, and I love long. So many fingers have touched my wings, and they've been repaired over and over again. I find it difficult to do, and they're never the same after such torment. The colors, flavors and sweet aromas that drift through to their own drummer fill my world and surround the beauty of it all. Only three decades have passed, but so much work has been done. Someday, I hope it will be as beautiful as a Luna Moth.
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