To Crush the Fragile Wings

How soft the rush
of Butterfly wings!

How easily crushed
the fragile things.

How hot the candle flickers!
Slowly,
the butterfly lingers,
floating close unwittingly
to the light.

The brightness crumbles.
Aware,
yet unable
to draw away
from dark plight.

28 March 2006

I was on the bus today when i couldn't get the image of butterflies out of my head. I remember in Primary school when we used to catch the poor things, only to have the wings flake and crumble when we hold them. Flake and crumble- hmmm, sounds like pastry, hahaz.

Delicate things, those butterflies, so helpless against ordinary forces, and only there to be admired. For the spreading of pollen there's bees to do it- i wonder what would happen if butterflies died out. There'll certainly be alot less colour in our world, and alot less symbols for poetry, haz!

Well, a bit more about today, the makeup tests for both lit and econs are over-HURRA! but i'm quite sure i did quite badly for econs DRQ... no wonder ms poh was dat angry, i think she'll vomit blood on my paper... time management sucked today, totally didn't know that the teachers were recording time on the whiteboard- i thought they would shout it out.

Haiz, all the regrets, but luckily, most of my stress has past. I feel quite empty, quite ready to start on my revision and everything. First of all is taking all the econs lectures and go thru DRQ and MCQ! Then i'll go re-read all of my lit texts and find material for gp... Multitudes and multitudes of plans, heh... Art is another headache though, really don't feel like tackling the problem now- but the time has come, it is to submit or perish!

Come to think of it, the notion of helplessness, that of the butterfly, must have come from my subconscious dread...should review Freud's theories again- there's more to it than meets the eye. Just hope i don't start having nightmares like Dali, will DIE! Jia You!