Should it live or die?
As I hold its fragile body in my hand…
A gentle being,
Can’t scream as I tear off its wing
If I let go, where will it land?
I look at its colors,
Cheerful and happy,
Bright lines and stains…
And as I crush it,
Its beauty dissolves
Only my memory of it remains.
i have been obsessed with butterflies since she left. I lie down on my bed and began to think bout how fragile life is. in life, we have choices. it is up to us on which path are we gonna take and what are we gonna do.
for me, i have never regretted on things that i have done, or the good and bad things that happened, simply because i believe that everything does happen for a reason. BUT, there is this thing in me that will never rest in peace. it would be a lie if i said that i have live so long without regrets.
…..i have regretted.
i have regretted on the things that i didn’t do.
i cannot do anything to fix it but to learn from my past, and NEVER repeat history.
hopefully one day my soul will be as free as the butterfly, bring me more colours and joy, and give me the balance of life.
i don’t want to know the past of the butterfly, but i will accept it for what it is right now. because i have moved on.