Chasing Butterflies

Bound

I fell in love.

Without knowing when or how, but I did.

I just kept chasing that fickle butterfly. Daisies to daisies it flew from. He had no clue of what he wanted. He just went on his day, nector to nector it drank and left.

This butterfly didn't seem to understand, how the world worked. He didn't understand sorrows or sadness. He just flew all day long. I wondered what a butterfly would be if he rested his whole life on just one flower. What would it make a butterfly if he just rested on one?

What if the butterfly lost it's wings? Would he feel like me? Paralyzed from the waist down. Unable to dance. Unable to walk down the cold floor boards each and every morning on my own. Would he feel as lost?

Time had no meaning anymore. No more schedules or rehearsals. It was just me all alone in my dream world.

Dreams that were happy. A feeling I hadn't felt in a long time. Dreams of when I was awake as a whole with my whole being. Now I can only lie in my bed and watch as others go about their life. Watch as people burn themselves... and die.

Is it cruel to wish this butterfly would have no wings? Would his happiness effect mine. Would his sorrow of flightlessness effect my will to live. Yet, I still wondered.

I fell in love and chased. I chased out of love, out of excitement and I fell. No prior warning was given and I just fell in love. What I didn't know about love was though it was strong.

It bound me to this strange winged creature.

He followed me in my sleep to wherever my imagination took me. I was never gonna be free.