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Post by citizenmike on Feb 18, 2009 12:48:27 GMT -5
As a child, I was fascinated with butterflies. Think at one point I might have even wanted to be a butterfly. They are so free, simple, weightless and beautiful... And thoughtless.
I would lie over summer grass and watch them fly. So fascinated I was, I wanted to be like them.
Today I thought again of butterflies. Watching those people, those zombies, I was brought back to that image of a caterpillar wrapping itself in a cocoon and doing what was needed to be done. Thoughtless in its actions.
Then, like a child, I almost wanted to run away. Run away from this wonderful dream that became a somewhat living nightmare.
Suddenly the little girl in me no longer wanted to be a butterfly.
Then, in that moment when the Earth shook beneath me and Johnny held me down and as I looked up at him. I felt free, simple, weightless, and beautiful.
I was a butterfly.
For a moment, my nightmare, became a fleeting daydream. And like butterflies, the little girl in me wanted to chase after them.
Its contradiction and complementation working together as one... Only in life. Only in Animus.
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