The butterfly leads you to the Stained Glass window where it makes its home. Shards of kaleidoscopic light stream through and play across the surface of your body.
You paint yourself in colors too, not so different from the butterfly, nor from the Stained Glass.
Even if these colors are broken, they bring a certain pleasure, don’t they?
So much like you, smile drawn on whether it’s felt authentically or not. Your heart may be as broken as these fragments of colored light, but you too know how to bring joy to others.