"Just a riverside rock", she said looking at the window glass that reflected herself.
On a snowy day, somewhere in December.
"The days where the trees had a white cap and the roads were painted with white.. Yet the only thing black is my inner thoughts", she whispered along the chilly winds of the winter night.
"What is someone supposed to do to cleanse off the person within; A duck so ugly that wasn't a swan… where does it belong?", she thought to herself as she walked along the snowy roads.
On snowy nights, somewhere in december…
___Summer day, a long time ago…
"A girl walked by with a blue frock. She wore a straw hat with a blue ribbon. She danced like the butterflies I was trying to catch.
So blue.. almost as if she could fly.
The butterfly flew towards me and landed on my shadow.
It was a butterfly that could smile.
Aah.. if only.."
It was a warm summer day, some years ago.
When I caught a butterfly.
A summer day, long ago
---Spring season, a few years ago…
"The clock runs fast.. like the river where I used to collect butterflies.
The flowers were in full bloom. And the breeze was pleasant.
There was a butterfly that landed on one of my hand, and the other hand was being held by one.
Although I was reluctant, I was careful not too hold the fragile being to hard that its colours paint my fingers.
Yet the butterfly was pushing me to the limit... It kept whispering the words of love"
Spring season, a few years ago.
---The dry, hot autumn; some time ago…
" The intertwined tongues, a soft moan to provoke me, a room full of scented lust. She took my hand and pulled me towards her, seducing me like a succubus.
This was a butterfly that landed on different flowers. To drink its nectar.
Yet it jumped back to me when it wanted to rest. Cause it knows, the rock will always accept its presence.
Yet I was careful to not damage its wings.
The wings that were no more blue"
The dry, hot autumn, some time ago…
---The cold winter, some days ago…
"Christmas day, when the nights are lit up.
Happiness and love was in the air.
The butterfly saw me, in some street.
It was holding on to the arm; of a beautiful male butterfly.
It danced around few days ago; holding flowers, wearing white.
Now it looked at me and smiled.
I walked away yet I couldn't move.
What should I have done? What could I do?..
I am just a riverside rock"
~Fin
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