paint the sky, my cryptic lover.

i had to be pummeled by human kind, i had to be pummeled by mother nature. i had to be broken until i saw no hope, until i went crazy and until i finally let go. only then could I be rebuilt. only then could i be be filled back up with who i am meant to be, only then could i become my higher self. that's the message of the butterfly.

-the legacy of luna