There you are one day, going about your everyday life. Exploring another plant, another tree.. shuffling along and eating your leaves. You get a bit tired maybe, decide to have a nap. The next thing you've fallen asleep in this cheap looking sleeping bag, hanging upside down, and end up staying there for a while.
Don't think anyone can really say what happens in there.. it's almost like a drag act changing room if you ask me.
Eventually though you wake up, force youself out.. with the zip not helping you one bit. Daylight ensues, and you've lost a whole ton of weight and grown a pair of wings that'll turn heads wherever you fly. (This also being a skill you instinctively just happen to pick up whilst you slept). And you're off and away, travelling far and wide with your new found freedom. Epic? I'm not so sure..
What if you had a mate, what if you'd found the one.. you spent all your time together. Two caterpillars sitting in a tree k i s s.. etc. What happens when one of you has blossomed into a beautiful butterfly and the other is still shuffling around on his leaf? He may have even waited outside your cocoon, keeping it safe from harm.
Would the butterfly even remember the past life shared? Would it fly away with some regret, but knowing a butterfly and caterpillar just won't work out? Does it wait for their beloved to transform so they can fly away together?
It's all kind of heart breaking when you think about it really.. nothing is ever easy is it?
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IS that how you feel...?
Being the caterpillar sucked..
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