Sometimes I feel this way.

I feel like my entire body is filled with butterflies and flowers inside and they want to come out but they don’t know how to come out because they are in fact, invisible. The flowers and butterflies are made of some sort of crystal – fragile and easily broken but beautiful and precious. Invisible crystal flowers and butterflies, inside me.

No one can see them but myself.

And then sometimes, someone or something touches a petal of an invisible flower or a wing of the invisible butterfly and then like a domino effect, one by one everything turns into real flowers and butterflies, they turn into this beautiful garden filled with all kinds of scents and colors and movements.

But then they disappear after sometime to hide again inside me, invisible again.

intense-flowers

 

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