tólf [butterfly]
“you’re like a butterfly.”
“how?”
“it’s simple.”
“no its not. they’re beautiful, i’m not.”
“let me finish.”
“fine.”
“you’re like a butterfly, because their wings are beautiful. they can’t see their wings. but that doesn’t stop them being beautiful does it?”
“i can see myself.”
“no, you can’t. you can see your flaws. just like i can see mine. but i can see that you’re beautiful, just like you can see i am. the difference is that i accept what you can see. you don’t.”
“…”
“exactly. you’re like a butterfly ‘cause they can’t see their beauty but everyone else can.”
[icelandic]
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