| The time I tried to catch a butterfly. Since it lightly flew away. It was somehow like a dream. Indistinguishable from the seasonal colors. The beauty of the butterfly. Remained in the light. Becoming one with the flowers. The butterfly will transcend the seasons. People will change their way of life. When they become one with their dreams. While lining up and stacking up dreams and butterflies. I am now looking up at the inside of beauty. And I'm living in the reverberation that I acquired. |
by Tomoya Masuzawa [21 Years Old / Tokyo, Japan / A Person with a Physical Disability ]
