Sara - 18 Years Old - ♉ ♊ ♊

Once, I dreamt I was a butterfly.

I forgot myself and knew only my happiness as a butterfly.

Soon, I awoke, and I was myself again.

Did I dream that I was a butterfly?

Or do I now dream that I am a man?

Yet there is a distinction between myself and the butterfly.

This is the transformation of the physical.

— Chuang Tzu