The Butterfly and The Net
The Butterfly and the Net
Capturing or being captured pt.1
(nets pov)
As I go around this garden of flowers, I see many butterflies. Some with brown gorgeous wings, others with long dark blue wings. Although none of them compare to the one I see from afar. As I look at the beautiful creature, I can see it flying towards me. 1...2....3 bamm captured.
Capturing or being captured pt.2
(Butterfly's pov)
As I go around doing my daily routine going from Flower to flower. I see a strange unfamiliar being. I can see it from afar looking in my direction. What could it want? I can’t help but be intrigued by it. As I fly towards this unfamiliar being, I can hear my friends yelling from a distance telling me "STOP" "DANGEROUS" I can’t help but be intrigued by it. I ignore them as I keep flying towards it. 1....2....3 bamm captured.
(Narrator)
Why do people tend to be attracted to those who are supposed to be bad for us? Are they bad for us or is it just a mask? Is it because “opposites attract"? Can others see through the mask even through were trying hard to hide? Why do “opposites attract”? Why aren't we attracted to people who are just like us? Or is it just a mask as well? Or are we just scared of getting hurt? Are personalities just as deceiving as looks?
Underneath the mask pt.1
(Nets pov)
I never understood why we are so quick to judge others. I’ve heard I’m “Dangerous” “heartless” and “useless’ if only they knew. If you looked closer, you would see that I’m tearing at the seams these ropes that are holding me together are slowly ripping apart. Slowly breaking yet no one cares to look close enough to see I’m not as strong as I seem.
Underneath the mask pt.2
(Butterfly’s pov)
Why do others think I’m so weak and fragile? Do they not realize how strong I really am, how I’m not as weak as I seem? How I’m stronger than I seem how I’ve managed to keep my self-composed managed to keep myself from decomposing away. Fixing every tear, I’ve had and healed it. Some take my “weakness” and take an advantage of that. Only to fail as I’ve escaped ever time or at least I used to. Maybe someday someone will come around and see me for me.
Seeing through the mask pt.1
(Butterfly's pov)
As I look around all I can see is the net no matter where I look it’s there. It looks rough like its strong but soft like it’s about to break. I want to help this net show it it’s not alone. Do I talk to it or let it be? Do I help or act as if I can't see right through the mask? How do I show this net it’s safe with me that there’s no need to put there guard up? I fly closer to it and land on its ropes and can see every fiber slowly breaking. Trying to hold on but failing with every attempt. No longer being able to hold together as it breaks away.
Seeing through the mask pt.2
(Nets pov)
As I get closer and closer to the butterfly, I notice things that weren’t there before. I can see scars on its wings and a small part of it is missing on its right wing. I take notice of how strong it is you can tell it’s trying to heal its self-piece by piece both physically and emotionally. I've never seen anything so small and fragile yet so strong. Who or what hurt this butterfly?
(narrator)
Why is our generation so comfortable with ourselves being hurt getting hurt? Were too quick to judge others while were asking others not to judge us? See the problem is were all hypocrites wanting change yet were running in circles. It's scary to think that were too comfortable with others hurting themselves and others that we just shrug it off when others mention it. We tell each other to stop hurting ourselves that everything will be ok yet when others say it to us, we just say “ok” and move on with our day as if no one cared to make sure you're ok. Were just stuck in a carousel that goes around, and around and never stops.
(Nets pov)
Dear, Butterfly
Who are you?
What are you?
Why are you everywhere and nowhere
All at once?
(Butterfly’s pov)
Dear, Net
I’m who ever and whatever you want
Me to be.
(Net pov)
Since were stuck with each other want
To get to know each other?
