You took me for a butterfly

You took me for a butterfly. Gentle, fragile, temporary. But the truth is, I am a moth, but a moth with colors. I thrive on light. In many of our dark hours, I flew around aimlessly, unable to find a single ray of it, and I almost vanished, but patience came in handy. Now, in a different home that lacks you, there is still some darkness, but I always manage to find the crack, the “crack in everything”, as Cohen sung, where light, however faint, comes in.