chasing thoughts like butterflies

i am 22 and i do not know who i am. i don’t think i will every truly understand myself, but this is all an attempt to “publish” my thoughts in a way that i can see what i’ve thought at different points in my being. i’m not sure what else, all i know is that this is my attempt to be vulnerable, creative, and find out who i am. no rules, no limitations, simply chaos, which i’ve always had trouble letting into my life; nothing is forever and everything is fleeting, but this is my attempt to grab onto those moments and thoughts and remember them, because how else will i ever know who i am?

and better yet, my thoughts and joys and favorite things are as precious as butterflies in spring, resting on flowers. so i will treat them as such. with fascination and delight, observing them with everything i have. they will migrate and i will lose sight, but i will not forget what i looked like when they were mine.