^and as much as im staying away from you, you still haunt me^

i am but a caterpillar.
been wrapped up in my secure cocoon.
morphing into a butterfly.
again.
still unsure of many things in life.
though i thought i knew it all.
and i want to soar up in the sky.
yet im afraid my wings are not strong enough.
and i feel envious of others; they are so carefree.
yet im happy feeling protected.
and everything seems so heavy; to swallow, to ingest, to fathom.
yet all seem fine in the end.

why do butterflies die in july...?

eleanor roosevelt said : no one can make you feel inferior without your consent.

she'd better be right.

^when everything's meant to be broken, i just want you to know who i am^