Butterflies in an endless, always expanding jar. One without a lid. The butterflies inside of you, the parts that you hate, never want to see, that bring great shame. The parts that you love, the parts that are happy and fulfilling… all of those small butterflies are a part of you, and inside the vastness of your heart.

From the associations to past memories, triggered by actions. The feelings we feel during post nut clarity. Anxiety from being outside, loneliness and feeling isolated. Our resolutions and confidence in ourselves. All slowly learning, and giving these things space.