Look at the wings of a Butterfly...what do you see? The pretty colours? The strange imagery? The intricate patterns? It doesn't matter. Wings are shields. Protection. Much like the facades of humans. To avoid threat, we make to look intimidating. Ridiculed? We make ourselves something we're not. But beyond the shields come the battle scars; tell-tale signs of hardship and heart break. And they are what is desperately hidden the most.
Look at the wings of a Butterfly...what do you see? A bleeding wound? A tattered heart? A growing crack?...And flutter, flutter goes the butterfly i3