Little Butterflies

Little Butterflies

parole di asillauna

🎤🎶 What just happened to the butterflies? I guess they encounter that stop sign, m—

Oh? I'm not sure what I'm thinking.

The butterflies, of course, did not come through the stop sign. They're still inside me, fluttering and flushing every time we exchanged glances.

But,

Yeah, there's a but.

But that doesn't explain the words and emotions I'm scrambling to figure out.

The only hitch is that the butterflies have fled.

They have sought shelter within me. It's tucked away in a realm I can't fathom.

Maybe, just perhaps, they're trying to shield themselves from future harm like what I've done for years and years.

The butterflies are simply an explanation and a reflection of myself. Does it follow that if I lost the butterflies on our venture, I've also lost myself to you?

Yes, I hope so. I'm hoping I didn't lose myself alone, but rather alongside you. It's okay if I lose myself with you since I know you can't just abandon me. Are you sure you'll never desert me? Because you care about me. Yeah?

Yes, I sincerely hope so. It would be dreadful if I ever found myself alone. Who's on board with me? The oblivion. I will be engulfed and embraced by the gloom. And that horror will chip away at my life and passion, leaving nothing but void.

And, that's what I am afraid of, to feel the emptiness.

What will happen to us if that emptiness consumes me?

That's what I'm frightened of, to be aware of the dark abyss.

What will happen to us if I am overwhelmed by that emptiness?

I suppose the question remains uncertain. And I'll find out soon enough. Not right now, but maybe, just maybe, throughout our time together.

And, if I already know the answer, I will act responsibly.

To come to an abrupt end.

No, not the one you're picturing. I'm thinking and feeling about the stop.

Not the one that will compel you to leave.

It's the room where daring and courage meet.

To ease the sorrow; I'd be facing.

I'll think back on the life we spent together, the passion, the sparks, and, of course, the butterflies that sweetly encircled us.

The sensation of burning will recur. I understood. I know my feelings for you haven't changed. It is still scorching, but the emptiness and voidness are devouring them.

I'm going to fight! I'll do it!

To add fuel to my blaze, I'll kindle the glowing ember! And it will extinguish the darkness—the void.

The searing warmth will engulf me once more and travel to my hypothalamus, where it will produce oxytocin, the love hormone.

So, please, my love, if I ever lose myself, make sure I lose it with you because I'm terrified of being alone in the shadows.

I am terrified of being enveloped in darkness, of being in the dark.

I'm equally frightened of being alone.

I'm looking for you!

— from the girl who cherishes you to the edge of space.