Butterflies and Flowers.
"My heart told my head, "let love grow" But head told my heart "This time, this time no.""
Over the last few days in this utopia of the Damned, the rumination of a single idea is juggled back and fourth between the menial thoughts that somehow creep in. This cyclical process has seemed to jettison sanity from my mind...no matter the brevity of this situation, sanity is my sanctuary. While in my element, I must still remain circumspect, for this mind which was and is my secular rock, is everything but docile.
What was it that that robbed Samson of his strength? Sure, the extrication of his Nazarene locks was the thing which cause his power to falter, his hair was his secular rock. His hair was not the cause of his demise, but something else.
Butterflies and Flowers.
Discombobulation, disarray, a complete fiasco! This utilitarian rule over something that isn't theirs is causing a schism between me and what is mine. Butterfly or flower I wonder... Happiness is always present, emotional demeanor seems to be in the right place, but when when circumstances procreate distance, the demeanor switches shade. This metamorphosis can only lead one to believe there is some not so hidden problem. Heart and head disagree. The truncated sense of comfort only conceives more fear then happiness. One is inundated with nothing but confusion.
Butterfly or Flower?
As day is divided by Sun and Moon, the situation only increases in complexity seeing that both Sun and Moon reign ubiquitous in the mind of the confused as well. Flower. Butterfly or Flower?
The obvious choice may not be correct, so this time....this time, no.
A wonderful prose poem. I sense your desire for expression in the bloggosphere. It seems that you paint utilitarianism in a negative light, assigning its views to those who have "something that isn't theirs" and stating that a "utilitarian rule" is "causing a schism." Is that simply for the purpose of this piece, or do you generally disagree the ideologies thereof?
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