you begin to wonder if you're the only one who takes too many pictures with too many people in one event that you have trouble selecting which photos to fit into the limited number of slots in your collage frame for your photo on Instagram
what if I'm in theirs and they're not in mine
what if they feel upset that I chose another photograph over ours
you gnaw at the thought even though the answer is clear
butterflies - that is what we call them, giving off the image of someone who simply flits around and drifts from stalk to stalk, flower to flower. but the butterfly is a delicate creature, easily affected by what goes on around them. it is in their nature to be drawn to flowers - flowers of various colours and scent, it is a part of them and butterflies are unable to help what they have to do. A slight gust of wind, a wave of a child's arm, and the butterflies are thrown off. these delicate dainty creatures spent most of their lives as ugly and unworthy caterpillars, and what they went through at the stage determined the butterflies they are today. and under the physical appearance of that butterfly, under all that seems carefree and effortless are the thoughts of once being that caterpillar.