Metamorphosis

Okay...So I should be doing the massive amounts of homework right now, but I really couldn't care less so lets do a blog xP.

A little caterpillar hatches from an egg. What would it feel like the moment it is born? He would have to experience the vastness of the world. He would have to adjust from being confined in the little egg that it once lived in. Time passes and he learns how to survive. Eat, sleep, goes to the washroom once in a while. But with its short little legs, it's unable to go anywhere far...Only able to look out into the horizon...Maybe it wishes one day it can see that horizon a little clearer...Experience the warmth that seems to be radiating from it, but never really close enough to feel it...Or maybe all the little caterpillar wants to do is to continue his daily routine of eating...sleeping and going to the washroom once in a while. Never the less, there will be a point in his life where the impulse of confining himself once again will develop. The trigger of change begins...He probably doesn't know why he must do it, just that he must. Working hard with all the energy he gained from when he was a little caterpillar, he spins a hard cocoon around himself. The process that goes on inside is hidden from the rest of the world...Is the little caterpillar still conscious? Does he know what he's going to become? I imagine it would be pretty scary preparing to face something that he has never experienced before...But even so, he does this...Why? Maybe because it's an instinct, maybe it's a desire, I don't intend to answer that. As the moon appears and disappears again and again, the cocoon begins to crack...Something is about to come out...Something...Different. Giant wings with splendid patterns will first emerge from the cocoon followed by the tiny little body. Once again the little caterpillar...Butterfly looks around him, wondering what has changed since the last time he saw the light of the world. He stares into the horizon and to his surprise, the giant wings carry him towards it. Moment by moment, he comes closer and closer to the beautiful sun...Drifting Away to his dreams...
Hmm...I think I'm going to post some secret messages starting today. I wonder if anyone is going to notice this at all...It'll be quite interesting. Here goes...I couldn't figure out why I kept on trying...But now I know: I loved her too much.