About me: The Butterfly Riot


So you walk into that downtown coffee shop you enjoy so much. It's quite a drab day, very cold and wet. Your thoughts strike like lightning one to the next about how life isn't quite what you'd thought it would be when you were young. As you enter, the cool outdoors clashes with the warmth of the fireplace and suddenly your feelings of loss are replaced with something you've never felt as you see her behind the counter. Wow. She must be new.

As opposed to the expected "What can I get you", she opens with an inviting, "What brings you here?" Sudden amnesia strikes. Although much more blood is now flowing to your brain due to the unexpected surge in your heart rate, it doesn't seem to be helping as you rack your thoughts to answer her question. What did bring me here?


As you fumble with your coat and attempt to gather yourself, the delayed response time causes her to recognize the uniqueness of this moment. "...or is that too personal?" she says with a cool confidence and a crescent smile lighting up the room.

Your heart is about to explode. Your stomach is inside-out. You haven't felt this way in years. Maybe you've never felt this way. What is happening? Is there a name for this feeling?

Yes.
Yes there is.
The Butterfly Riot.