are you ready for cheesy?

I read today that if you were to open a cocoon, you would pretty much just find ugly mush inside; isn't that weird? I like it, though. I feel kind of like mush now, not mush as in despondent or hopeless, just as in some things are more fuzzy, less clearly-defined, which is okay...but, I really believe the outcome will be better than- oh God the annoyingness of this metaphor- being a caterpillar. Change is always a little scary, but tell me it isn't better to fly than to be a catterpillar? And, here's a picture of a moth I made friends with at the creek.