Morning Pages: The Butterfly

Just like a butterfly that fluttered into my window, is how you came. It is hard to notice anything but your fragile wings, and the translucent glittering colors in sunlight. I try my hardest not to scare you away, but you can't afford to be caught. If you had just stayed a moment longer, just long enough for my memory to sketch out... Well. What would I do? Share it or keep it greedily to myself? I suspect your secrets might be better off with someone else. So it's better that you left, went back to dance in the flowering meadows as a butterfly should.