It’s hard, to know, what, the connection between the two are, right??? Well, let me, clarify that for ya!!!
As a child, she’d, LOVED, those butterflies that would, dance around, in her parents’ backyards, but, it didn’t take her long, to start, gettin’ them bruises, NOT because she’d, misbehaved, but just because, her DRUNK father felt like it.
And, in order, to cope with getting abused by her own father, she’d, come up, with, a weird way to adapt to the situation of her, getting, beaten up. Every time she’d gotten a bruise, she’d, drawn herself a butterfly, then, she’d, kill the butterfly she’d drawn, with her Crayola markers…
not my picture here…
After god KNOWS how many endless number of butterflies she’d drawn, she finally was, NO longer, compelled, to draw them anymore, as she’d, gotten older, just the same, living under, her father’s abuse.
And, it was, with that guy that she fell deeply for, that she’d first, felt those butterflies, flapping their wings inside of her stomach, exciting her, and, at the sight of him, her days would, turn from, dark to light, instantaneously, and, she would, forget about ALL the bad things that had ever, happened to her.
Until this good man (she thought he was!), started giving her the bruises, just as her deadbeat father had done, and she’d started, drawing up, ALL those butterflies, but this time, unlike her former childhood years, she’d not, used ALL those radiant, bright and shiny colors, oh no, she’d started, painting them in black, and shades of gray now…
not my picture…
She will keep on, drawing those butterflies, to make up for the bruises the wrong men she’d fallen for give to her, and, she’s still nowhere NEAR, figuring it all out yet!!!
Life, the Obstacle Course 