Birdwing

I'm feeling kind of blank today. My hollow head holds nothing inside. Anything I'd be feeling drips out my eye sockets and onto the ground like a raindrop sinking to the ocean floor. A butterfly lands on my face. Its wingbeats vibrate against my sanded skin. A birdwing, I think. Opalescent aqua and jet black softly flap against my head. The butterfly could have chosen any head to land on. Soft fur of a squirrel, light wool of a sheep, or smooth skin of an octopus. But it chose me. Who knew a single butterfly could provide so much validation?