30/30 - #6

A butterfly once told me that she could make dinosaurs reappear and then go extinct again with the flap of her tinged wings. She once told me the Universe sent her to fly across faces to remind them of their existence... and hers. She whispered light butterfly secrets into my crackling ears beating on broken drums. Her wings kissed my face as she disappeared into the sun.

My mom once told me she wished to come back as a butterfly in her next life. I asked her why and she got poetic on me. She told me she wanted to exist in a moment of transformation, fly into beauty, and die with quick grace. My eyes swallowed her words along with her soul. It reached down deep inside me, pulling out any doubts I had about her butterfly dreams.

I once dreamt that I crashed my car into a hill and flew into the sky and landed on a shiny saucer. I witnessed infinite earth soaked with light. I shot into the sky and did 360s, witnessing infinite blue meeting infinite brown all coated with infinite light.

They say all things are connected. What if souls attach themselves to butterflies as they flutter in between flowers and faces, ending up soaked with too much sun and absorbed back into the earth? Life would be a series of budding transformations and sunlit tumbles of grace.