Butterflies are a feeling that, as a child, I didn't particularly like most of the time. I mostly felt them when I was really nervous. When I was competing in competitions or when I was scared. They felt intrusive and they would start of a flurry of unwanted thoughts. It would mean a really sudden fearing child, thinking the worst.
Since, I have felt the gorgeous side of butterflies and the want to feel them. When I succeed in something; when I'm proud; when I'm surrounded by people I'm closest with; when I want a moment to last for ever but know there will be many more butterfly-inducing moments to come. An endless list of happy situations where I feel warmth and not seclusion from the delicately happy metaphors in my stomach.
This summer was one I will never forget. Full of happiness and full of butterflies, I appreciated the butterflies that were caused by anticipation; the butterflies that were caused by good company; the butterflies that were caused by a lot of contentment. I could never resent them now.
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Remembering every detail so that when she tells the story again, every picturesque feeling is replicated in word-form, her eyes glisten at the night. Her stomach alive with firework-like tranquility, her eyes cannot look away. Her hands enjoy the melody; the harmony; the chorus of butterflies in her stomach. Steadying her heart, she nods in happy anticipation.
~ ♡ ~Days Out & Songs,
The Girl in the Moonlight.
P.S. I'm blogging every day up until Christmas for Blogmas and you can read yesterday's post HERE!