sometimes, a dream was like a butterfly in the making. at first, it was so ugly we wouldn't want to admit it as ours. later it was so immersed in its transformation process, so lonely we don't even bother to be its company. and finally, it turned out as a shiny beautiful butterfly, so bright we felt so little to embrace it.
so at the end of the day, we could only watched it fly away.
but you know, there's a tale which said that if that dream was really ours, it would find its way to fly back to us. again, a tale.
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