Wednesday, March 20, 2013
My drone state of mind has brought me pain. Not just me but others as well. I've crushed the butterflies wings, blindly with my desensitized foot. But the creature lives. But with broken wings. I have a choice here, or do I? I can but the butterfly out with my numb foot. But for some reason I can't. My foot may be numb from my securities, but my heart still feels. I can't kill him. I don't want him to suffer. But at the same time, he is alive. And just like me his wings have been maned, but he still lives. And I am sure, still wants to live. I have love for this butterfly. This butterfly is a symbol to me. One of hope, of will and passion. Much love butterfly.