アゲハ蝶

She flits about as if she doesn't know that burning is her destiny. It flies over the moonlit nite, not deciding where the end is and where the beginning is - it just dances because it's easier not to think that way. In a world where the sky kisses the sea, and joy and sorrow blend into a single color, even the word "love" sounds like a plea for water in the middle of the desert. Sometimes life really is like a bad play: there's only one stage, no audience, and you can't go backstage. But if you managed to encounter someone's light, even for a moment, it wasn't in vain. Even if everything goes dark again later, and only a butterfly with scorched wings remains, stubbornly searching for a place to rest for just one breath.