In the longterm

Butterflies…

Coming out of nowhere,colourfoul little flakes.

Me standing still,my skin feels cold wraped around my bones.

Seeing them get cared on by the wind, dancing not so close around me.

Woke a feeling inside me, a need.

The need to have one of those precious creatures near me.

Suddenly in the blink of a moment I warm sparkle lit inside my frosen body.

I moved my eyes lower and I felt a tinsy warming touch on my lips.

Lips that have been frosen as long as I remember myself,started to scorch.

So much impact on me from such an insignificant creature.

I was just standing there, not moving just in case.

She just flapped her wings , hot air hit me in the face.

Cold evaporating under the touch of warmth.

In that moment I swear I felt my cold blue lips gaining back their lost crimson.

My whole body started shivering and welcomed the unfamilliar flame.

My blood always so chill now runned bubbling in every part of my body.

I, for the first time in my life felt alive. 

I wanted more, I needed more from my little butterfly.

Brushing the tip of my finger at her brown-orange wings begging for more…

And of a sudden the leaves stared to quirk and the wind blew hard on my face.

I stood still and saw the little butterfly deattach from my face,she stared loosing ground as I 

Saw in the air sparkly brown and orange powder.

Little peaces of her everywhere around me…

I felt the my ice cold heart shutter,and suddenly I wasn't able to feel anything.

The ice cold blood rapidly moved through me,only stronger.I couldn't bear it.

And as I hit the ground I swept the tears out of my face with my fingers leaving brown-orange smuges under my eyes