I love this video (and poem)

enjoy. (via Nick)

Emily Dickinson

My cocoon tightens, colors tease,

I'm feeling for the air;

A dim capacity for wings

Degrades the dress I wear.

A power of butterfly must be

The aptitude to fly,

Meadows of majesty concedes

And easy sweeps of sky.

So I must baffle at the hint

And cipher at the sign,

And make much blunder, if at last

I take the clew divine.

It's been challenging lately. I'm stressed out and birth control pill is getting on my nerves. However, I still have a capacity for wings that magnifies the dress I wear.