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A wise man once told me: "Nothing that breathes is perfect."
I had to agree because, without flaws nothing would be right in the first place.

Sunday, 17 July 2011

Butterflies ..

A warm welcome my Bloggerbugs, I know I'd want one! :S. I am now back in Pretoria and mother nature is not too happy, its soo cold that I am writing this while literally shivering. I did however have a great flight with no turbulence :).

Butterflies.
Now what is the first thing to come to ones mind when that word pops up? Butterflies. Well most would say, it's an insect, it flies and its developed from a larva.
Yes, that is correct, that is the very teenage brief explanation for a butterfly. However, thats not all a butterfly is, ever have a strange feeling in your gut as if something was maybe tickling you from the inside? This feeling is usually influenced by the sight of someone, this someone as average as they may be, has got the power to make your heart skip a beat, palms sweat, knees quiver and allegedly give butterflies.
The power of  of butterflies.

Then their is, the butterfly effect. For those unsure of this, the butterfly effect is a theory that explains, where (ex) a butterfly in a place may be injured (not flapping it's wings) it could cause great tragedies elsewhere. A movie was made about it and although I haven't watched it I know what the butterfly butterfly effect means. This is however just a theory, and it is anyones choice to believe it or not, What do you think? Do you believe?

A funny fact about myself related to butterflies, I am actually quite scared of them, The way the flutter uncontrolably, and how strange they are and also, the mere fact that their insects bothers me. I am also very scared of feeling butterflies, how all of a sudden my heart skips a beat at the sight of that one person , how no matter how hard I try not to look at them they end up always appearing in front of me, how even just the sound of their name alarms my ears and then.. I feel them again their wings flapping in my stomach not just one but thousands, tickling my the walls of my insides.

I hate the butterflies,
but they seem to love me..


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