I see it like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. It'll take a while, but it'll spread its wings.

The term 'breakout' always makes me think of an inmate or some butterfly emerging out of a cocoon.

When you start interpreting this sort of thing sociologically, it's like taking a butterfly and pinning its wings down. You start beating it apart and you have nothing there. You have a lot of different opinions that don't mean anything. Truman would have been bored and would have yawned at that.

To her, it was like asking a butterfly what it remembered about being a caterpillar. She could fly now and nothing could touch her when she left the cocoon of her body behind at night.

For the cherubims spread forth their two wings over the place of the ark, and the cherubims covered the ark and the staves thereof above.

I was once nestled in a cocoon but baby now i feel free as a butterfly