I used to say my favourite was the butterfly, because of its pretty wings and colours. And in a way, it kind of still is. I am still drawn to its beauty like a moth to a flame, to the light coming from its bright colours. But that is why I am not sure anymore. For like the moth, I am drawn to everything bright and full of light. For like the moth, I find comfort in having light in my life. But also, for the like the moth, I am not as beautiful as the butterfly.

I used to say my favourite was the butterfly, because of its pretty wings and colours. And in a way, it kind of still is. I am still drawn to its beauty like a moth to a flame, to the light coming from its bright colours. But that is why I am not sure anymore. For like the moth, I am drawn to everything bright and full of light. For like the moth, I find comfort in having light in my life. But also, for the like the moth, I am not as beautiful as the butterfly.

I used to say my favourite was the butterfly, because of its pretty wings and colours. And in a way, it kind of still is. I am still drawn to its beauty like a moth to a flame, to the light coming from its bright colours. But that is why I am not sure anymore. For like the moth, I am drawn to everything bright and full of light. For like the moth, I find comfort in having light in my life. But also, for the like the moth, I am not as beautiful as the butterfly.