I remember my mother liked to talk a lot about love, more so how love is a lot like butterflies.
About how the butterflies that swirl in your stomach make you feel like you could fly away, floating off to distant lands with fruitless keepsakes.
The push and pull of their wings as they make you feel weightless, relieving you from your burdens, and the monotony of life.
Fluttering around you, creating songs out of their tempo and inspiring a rhythm to your life you had never dreamed of.
They nestle you, allowing you to find comfort and safety in their cocoons. While also forcing you to find freedom and acceptance in your self as you hatch from their embrace.
Its a constant renewal of growth and harmony as you come to flap your wings together.
Butterflies are blossoming flowers; They are enchanting and alluring, but innocent and tender. They lead you to a world thats brighter, living in vivid color with ever-growing beauty.
Yes, love is a lot like butterflies.
