I feel like a trapped butterfly - unable to sleep nor love.

The butterfly reminds me of something that I can never catch hold of. I reminiscence when I see a butterfly. Something icy cold, emotionless, yet sorrowful. The butterfly might be a symbol of hope for other people, but for me it is not hope. It is sorrow - a sadness that I am fatefully tied to.

The butterfly is not a decoration.

The butterfly is the sorrowful part of me.