| Running in a field, chasing my butterfly. He moves swiftly,but I move swifter. He trys to evade me by going into the dark woods. Thorns eat at my ankles, but i won't give up. Acids in the air in the air burn my lungs. I'll never stop! Water escapes from me through my eyes. Blinded (though I may be) my run grows even stronger. My body grows more numbwith every step. I see my butterfly pearched apon a branch. I lunged with all my might; only to land in the arms of an older man. It all makes sense now. |