The question where is the butterfly fills the diaries as our today reminds the weeping sky. While painting needs no words, the descriptive lines dominate our talks. The definitions are just necessary to clear the streets of worry for self. Thus WordPress handed me out of silence, offered the blogs that became inseparable from my being. I am grateful for that opportunity to voice my longing for peace and love. The blogging gives publicity to our dreams, and thus while looking at the picture, I didn’t fear the artwork – the picture’s dampness didn’t freeze, but inspired. Where is the butterfly?