While I was running errands of a dull life, this magnificent, yet tragically lifeless creature had caught my restless eye. The orange on its wings reminds me of the smell of summers. That warm hue of sun that caresses one's skin after a long day at the beach.
Death oh death, why are you so cruel yet so beautiful. Not in all cases of course, not in the case of a decaying corpse, but let us think for a second, even the decaying body carries the beauty of the past, the essence of a life well-lived. Or doesn't it?
I am reminded of all the beings that I have lost for death, why can't I remember their faces anymore? why can't I remember how squishy their arms might have felt once they wrapped them around me in a fleeting hug? Or do I ememeber them, but my brain is blurred by life per se?
Endless questions, neverending grief,
Oh butterfly,
What have you done to me, I was just going to run errands,
buy milk and eggs.