After living as a butterfly, after living up to the definition of my name
flying here and there for a while
I've decided to turn in my wing, to start my journey in relocating my old cocoon, so that I can crawl back into it like a bed or a sleeping bag and go get some rest.
All of this in hopes of coming out as a caterpillar all over again.
I never expected for these wings to add weight. I miss the consistency of branches; rather than ruthlessness of the wind that'll push me to the side at with the slightest breeze.
I missed how less than interesting I used to be, being able to crawl along without the worry of being put in a jar for children's enjoyment.
But now as a butterfly my wings attract more than just my natural predators. Children scope me out by mistaking me as a fairy.
I crave my protection on stealth like it was when life was once simple.
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