I have always loved butterflies I am envious of the butterfly's colors, wings and freedom. as a child my butterfly net always ended up having holes..... I don't remember how the holes became, but they always came no matter how many nets my mother supplied me,
If one has all the tools... why do they remain scared to build what they dream of
....nobody stays long i think to myself as i look down upon my dirty hardwood floors worn heels slips and black lace hanging over the closet door nobody stays long when the weather turns soft when the weather turns warm....