Butterflies

Evening has turned into night which has turned into early morning. I'm never awake at this time. I haven't seen the world at such a time for years. But butterflies have. Butterflies are beautiful creatures, colourful creatures who fill me with so much hope and love in my heart. I just don't think anymore when butterflies are around, it's when the heart overtakes the mind completely. I can close my eyes and dream of butterflies everywhere, and it's such a picturesque dream. But there is one butterfly who is fragile right now. It does not have the standard... Fragile, this way up, handle with care. Yet I know. I hope that butterfly is asleep today. And I want to catch that butterfly and hold her close, yet I cannot be the mistress of her freedom. Because butterflies are not meant to live in cages but to fly up, high up. They soar beautifully above all things material... until you get a butterfly with tired wings, the fragile one, which is the most colourful of all. And that is the one who needs the special TLC. Love is strange, especially when platonic. It can be just as fierce as any other love, and oh God do I love this butterfly, with all my might, with all my mind, with all my heart. And I think this butterfly might just love me too. And there is nothing more beautiful in the world than loving and being loved in return. Especially when it's a butterfly in question. Because love is not measured by time, and butterflies are timeless.