Since childhood, you have been building yourself piece by piece, you have put together these bright happy pieces of illusions so carefully and carefully in order to create yourself, to create your little bright puzzle called life. The older you got, the more you began to understand that the world is not friendly to you, that your family may be indifferent to you, that friends can betray you, that you are alone in this world, no one will help you. The awareness of the real world began to break you apart leaving deep holes of emotional emptiness, your eyes no longer burn with happiness, they are devoid of color. You don't feel pain, joy, fear. Sometimes alone with yourself you cry because you still feel hope. Your little rebirth - bright butterflies of hope, they will close all the holes in your body, your eyes will be able to see the light that they carry behind them. After all, you still believe that ahead you will find close people who will give you salvation and take you by the hand. You want to live in not just crumble and disappear without a trace.