Whilst I was jogging and climbing the stairs at a local trail I looked down and I saw three yellow butterflies. It was very poetic. Well at least to me it was. I first saw one butterfly following another. The first one didn’t wait to be sought instead it flew further away. But then the leader went back to the follower. But then the follower left. The third butterfly was caught in the middle of it all. The butterflies ended up going their separate ways.
This is poetic because this is how I would describe my friendship which “died” a few months ago.I would leave the friendship but then come back and then he would leave and it was this dysfunctional circle of of us leaving. It was reminding that it’s best to let go and move on.