when she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. they wanted her to change back into what they always had been,. but she had wings. Life is change.use your wings.
a bruise is tender but does not last, it leaves me as i always was. but a wound i take much more to heart, for a scar will always leave its mark. and if you should ask me which you are, my answer is - you are a scar ~ lang leav