As whales of molecules dances along the surges of waterflow, I remember a blue-colored butterfly.
They paint the garden of my mind with a new definition of grandeur and simplicity. That beauty of nature never fail to surpass my imagination.
Do you remember the romance that passed through beyond understanding?
The trust that was challenged by discouragements and stereotypes. The notion of loving someone beyond their flaws and insecurities. I am hopelessly, romantically, searching for that spark. The thing that even ASMRs can't compare to. Even butterflies on my stomach is an absolute understatement.
I was searching for the meaning, but then I was given an answer. I don't understand why definitions made me understand more than lessons. Why same old thoughts repeat, why new born hope ignites, why nightmares never cease to surpass my night visions.