As the butterflies wings are clipped by the wind, it snaps and falls to earth, like a lotus flower, it floats in its own reflection before bursting into flames and the embers light up and burn out like a match towards the stars.... Never quite reaching the pockets of light that glitter in-between the lonely darkness, hoping to reconcile with the light that it yearns to be a part of. But like some lights, it fades away and turns to ash so easily, so fragile it breaks apart and scatters in different directions... Forever shattered into fragments that can never be whole again...