hardly ever saw a black butterfly soaring the Serengeti. He cleared
his voice as he sat upon the lake. As if he was preparing himself for
some ritual. His dreads swung low like a a dreadful curse reflected
from the waters.
also had problems finding my niche in the ecosystem. But once I fully
left the cocoon and became comfortable with me than everything has
been coming up roses. Shaking his head, rubbing his goatee, the
thought of flying solo surrounded his head like the bumble bee. Isn't
it grand to be out of the wilderness, I asked? No more roaming and
longing… There shall be no more hiding the authenticity that's so
unique to us.
to stay but independence was more my style. She batted her lashes,
crossed her legs as the men admired from afar. She could see his
curiosity was building as tall as the ones that stood amongst the
city. And then unashamed he lifted his wings, gave her a hug
goodbye as he transformed into the man he had grown to be.
soar; beginners tend to float too high in the clouds the first time.
She could spot him on the darkest of nights. He inherited a special
shine from madam butterfly. Besides, when the weather starts
to grow chill and the cruelties more real he'd make himself a
cocoon. It's in his nature to protect and preserve. Everyone
deserved to enjoy the beauty, love and peace we had to offer.