The only thing I could see was the butterfly. Its wings glowing in the darkness. The story had left a tingling sensation in my entire body, my heart felt utterly warm and a smile crept over my face. Slowly as a feather falling through the air the little bug started to move. Flying elegantly up into the air making me bend my neck in order to follow it. Higher and higher it flew making me raise along with it. The smile grew bigger on my lips along with the feeling of rightness and goodness.
I could feel somewhere deep within me the little bug was about to tell me why it all mattered, why I needed to hear these stories. Why the air of the airplane was something I needed to know of, why an aloe vera plant had been in the doctor's room, why the couch had to be either black or white, why the globe had kept spinning even as she left it behind.
The shining light of the butterfly's wings started glowing brighter and brighter. Not able to take my eyes off it, I watched it fly closer to my heart. Anticipating to hear the fragile voice again. The light was everywhere. And just as the little creature of such weightlessness settled on my shirt - right where my heart was to be found, my gaze drowned in the bright shining light. The smile on my lips staying.
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Stories the Butterfly Told Me
De TodoCOMPLETED I held it in my hands close to my heart - that's how I heard it you know - the butterfly. It told me all of its stories; big as small, beautiful as unpleasant, crucial as insignificant. There were stories of hatred and love, winter and sum...
