The metaphor is too easy. Also, butterflies and moths creep me out. Moving on.
There are few things more unnerving than thinking that finally, maybe, you have everything under control. I keep looking over my shoulder as if something else will be lurking there, like I’m playing a perpetual game of Whack-a-Mole with my responsibilities and emotions and entire life, essentially.
That’s okay. I’ll live. I’m frighteningly good at that.
Anyway, here’s a drabble.