butterflies part II
found via radiganneuhalfen
Life has always been the deepest part of the ocean. It's all about the great immeasurable count of competition where numbers eventually become obsolete by blackness. I didn't realize how dark the waters were, how blind I've been this entire time, until I saw the light. It was small, like hope, and so far away. The waters pushed against me, a slick wet embryo carrying me towards the light where it got bigger and bigger. Like an angel's halo overheard, the light carried a warm glow. If I just touched it, I could go home, reach the top overhead and swim out of the black waters. That's when I realized that small array of hope was a beacon of blinding truth, and hope was an anglerfish where there was a monster on the other end. With closed eyes, I retreated into the dark.
