maybe I wanted to be like all the butterflies, flying above you in circles, observing you, touching you gently with my wings. somehow pointless in your eyes, but beautiful. and maybe I wanted to struggle with the fact that you were the most beautiful thing in this world and no words from my butterfly mouth could ever express that. and maybe my wings would take me away and you would turn your gaze to me, observing Me. a simple butterfly, out- of -this- world -beautiful. with the strong desire, to give you all of her, sharing her pure butterfly soul with a girl with long dark hair and blue eyes, observing butterflies, and thinking of you.