..’once there was a butterfly
in my palm, but i let it fly..
not because i don’t love it
but because i wanted it to
enjoy with the flowers and
the bees. Keeping it in my
palm won’t make it the best
butterfly it can be, so from
a distance, i’m happier
watching it fly and play in
the garden while the sun is
still shining because when
the rain comes, i know or
maybe… just maybe, if it
truly sees my true
intentions, it will fly back to
my care’

mjaey