Your silvery wings spread out, glittering there like the sunlight. Adorned with gems they flap lightly as if feathers, soundless and beautiful. You float around in front of my face, like a moth near the light, encircling me. You want me to follow you, don't you? To follow you along this maze woven below ground.

A subway train goes by and I shudder from the chill, yet it doesn't seem to bother you. You're like a little snowflake, floating without need. Stunning. You begin to pull away, flying towards the depths of this maze, and stopping, like you want me to follow you.

You want me to follow you, to lose myself in this maze? Will I become lost like you, losing my mind within this place? Would you find me? Of course you would - wherever you fly, your wings light the way, the lights amidst the dark.

The rest of my life, my past, are there behind. Should I follow you and forget about all my troubles, my pains, my horrors? Will I ever manage to come back there? You probably didn't, though, as you appear to me like this. Yet I feel that I won't be in harm if I follow you. Where will I end up? Only you know, so confidently leading the way farther from everyone around, into the maze's depths.

It's quiet there - all the noises are behind us, yet I don't care. It's not the type of life for me, always rushing to get somewhere without any time to stop and smell the fresh morning dew. I don't belong back there, in that life of everlasting worries and hurrying. I belong here, in this solitude, the darkness, where I am safe from the claws of light.

I feel it now, a radiating feeling coming from this dark place, somewhere not so far from here. I can only now see your outline - it has grown more faint as you drift farther into the darkness ahead. How can you be so fearless? Does it not scare you, this surrounding dark that swallows everything? Of course, I had forgotten - you are a fragment of light, never dying in this place, so free and unafraid.

I feel someone's touch, like the softest feather, brush against my hands. I feel blind here, part of this place. You have left me, haven't you? Did you forget about me? The stroking continues and a cool chill runs down my body once more. Whatever, whoever, it is knows I sense the chill, and stops.

There are more flapping noises amidst the dark, drifting farther away. Don't leave me alone so blind, so helpless. There is so much more I need, so many questions I have surging through my mind. I'm like a little lost child, looking for an answer that can't be given now.

It's almost like my thoughts were spoken out loud. A voice rings clear through this bottomless pit of night, so clear and calm. It forms a sound, one no one I've known was able to capture, no matter how hard they tried. The notes drift, one by one, carried by a passing breeze. Is that you? Was this your voice when you were still there, when you were still human? How did you lose it all, everything you had before? Or did you give it all up, just like me, and followed obediently into this maze?

I understand now, what the meaning is. I know why you've lead me here, why you were so desperate to find me. You've felt my need, my longing, and lead me here. I am the one you lost, the one you want back near you, to follow you through this endless night. You know me so well, don't you?

Even though I don't know the words i start to sing, your voice now gone, only mine resonating through the air. It makes me breathe easier, and feel lighter, washing over me like the ocean tide. I've left it all behind now; nothing more to worry about I am free from all that aimless wandering. I owe it all to you.

Blank. Everything is now blank. What I've known before has all been erased, no more ink on that piece of parchment. I can be as free as I want, never again to be lost beside you. Is this how it happened, how you lost everything you've known? And yet I can see your smile, so innocent and bright, like you gained everything in this world.

How long have I been lost, dear, wandering these streets like in a maze, blind? Was I like that lost butterfly, tapping on the windows of your soul?

Labels: 2010, Butterfly, dramatic, escape, lost, reality, Slice of Life