chasing butterflies...

infatuation begins with butterflies in the stomach... that feeling of pitter-patter in our chest, as if our heart wants to leap out of our body from our mouths, and follow hard on the tracks of the object of our affection... oh the rush of adrenaline and the moment of "high" could become so addictive, that like a junkie looking for a fix, we move from one relationship to another... simply chasing the rush of "butterflies"...

then we forget, how fragile butterflies are in reality... how easily their wings break once they are captured, crippling them and condemning them to a life on the ground, on their legs, not unlike ants and cockroaches... once they are captured, their freedom is lost, gone as well, their beauty and attraction...

and then we go in search to capture, the next beautiful free-flying one...