In school they taught me how to measure myself, how to read myself, how to write myself, how to divide myself, how to compare myself, ... how to...etc...how to define myself. And that is exactly what I have done with this paraghraph; I did my best to take a first text and define it so I could throw it in the blogochaos.

This is a butterfly... I keep it underneath a crystal hand made glass, a wedding gift. I open the closet, I breath in and I scream away my illusions. The butterfly is free...
It's a snowflake ... And I don't hold my hand underneath it, I don't try to catch it, I just let it fly further away....
A ladybird ... And you sing to it, instead of chosing to end its life..."Ladybird-bird, wherever you'd fly, that's where I'll find my dear beloved spouse..."...
"I love you" ... whispered 'cause you mean it or just so it would hurt less... you breath it in and you let it heal places where a hug has little magic...
... which drops down not so it would set you free but only because you've set it free...and you've allowed it to scratch the fragile skin...and you've allowed it to admit you're hurt...

written by deA