a hummingbird whispering a tune to butterflies. caterpillars look up with avid envious eyes. they want to fly. they want the pretty broidered lines on their inexistant wings. they want to dance, find love, and fulfill whatever duties and reasons for their lives exist. they phanthom all of this as they chew on greeny chlorophyllic leaves, and move ever so slowly. the butterflies envy the potentials lying in the caterpillar pre-metamorphosis gluey form. they have regrets. they wish they were young again. they feel they lost and spent all their days. they danced and loved and laid eggs. they are awaiting death at any minute now.
be joyous & celebrate ur caterpillar life.
be joyous & celebrate ur caterpillar life.
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