The Yellow Butterfly

An enigmatic butterfly once guided me into a sensitive emptiness.  

It was there that I ventured into the loneliness. A place with faceless people. The place we all veil as if our lives depend on it. Hiding it as if it does not exist. 

Every day those memories of what I thought I once had creep up to remind me of themselves. Like shackles, they would dare keep me bound to the past...? To my past? 

In the present, you are to seize the day for all of it's potential, or you are to lose it; bound by your shackles & given nothing in return for your grief, your sorrow, your anger, & your pride.
The present day is our responsibility to those & what we love. It is for the passionate who will not be kept by anything -- not even themselves!

An enigmatic butterfly once guided me into a sensitive emptiness.
Love beyond conditions, hope beyond despair, & content beyond emptiness.
There is a life worth living that will not give itself to you; you must give yourself to it!!