have you ever trapped a butterfly?

and you watch it struggle to get out, and you feel its dusty wings on your palms. if its true that hurricanes can originate from the wings of a butterfly, then so can I meet the moon one day. and when I meet the moon I'll make sure to take all of you with me and my cat and my mom and my sister. and then they'll all finally forgive me for the trouble I've caused, and all the pain we endured will be worth the space rocks on our shoes and the eternal marks we leave behind on the dusty, dusty surface. when the butterfly is finally released it can be the origin of a great catastrophe, or it can choose the moon. often times I think back to that one time I trapped a butterfly. if only I had shut my fists to end its fight.