boom.

it wasn't that i was incapable of understanding what it is that i am comprised of. it isn't that i was blinded from my wheels and mechanisms. i just had to sit and stare. breathe and balance. open and ostensibly let it seep out.

and so since saying simple things to weary eyed wanderers, my eyes have blasted open to become more aware of what your world has to convey to this dreamer. in step, epiphany has crept into my wrinkled thoughts and begun to emit beams of starch. flattening and developing thoughts of mine and your own.

with eyelids peeled open by an invisible & transcendent hunger to know, you and yourself create a whirlwind of some otherwise inglorious sight. an exquisite survey of a night sky painted and splattered across your conventional ceiling. billions of fiery detonations travel throughout your starry cosmos in a moment's blinding flash.

and this incandescent explosion of astronomical proportions is just...

butterflies.