A story of a butterfly growing up and discovering what it really is.

Run, run and fly
As I awoke from my death like sleep of growth in the most pure darkness I began to carve away at my prison cell like temporary house to replenish myself with the lonely awaited breath of fresh clean air. A few fragments of the brittle wall gave way and as the thin blinding beams of sunlight glimmered down onto my face my eyes slammed shut like a vice. I had almost forgotten the power of the sun and all its magnificent colours that came from it. I felt throbbing pain all over my body that was too numb to even touch but especially on my back, there it was the worst of all,…