Another Buttefly Story

By: Adrian Alaba

Once there was a butterfly that is utterly domesticated. He likes to watch the television, he goes to the movies, he listens to the radio, he reads books play, and other stuff. This butterfly was quite happy when he fully changed into a butterfly since he hated being a caterpillar so much and the wait inside the chrysalis was just way too long. He was flying from place to place without a care in the world.

As he adventures far ahead, he came across a couple of butterfly who’s with their flower.

“What are you doing?” said the domesticated butterfly.

“I’m with my flower… some butterfly can’t live without them.” Answered the other butterfly.

“Oh…” muttered the domesticated butterfly in awe.

“Doesn’t she look nice?” Said the butterfly as he flies around his flower.

“Yes… she looks great.” Said the domesticated butterfly as he flies away.

As the butterfly leaves his destiny to where his wings takes him. He starts to think about what the other butterflies are doing.

“Some butterfly can’t live without them…” he silently repeats to himself.

“I’ve decided. I’m going to find myself a flower that’s for me.” Decided the domesticated butterfly.

While flying the domesticated butterfly think of a flower that would fit his taste. Because he is pretty domesticated and fond of watching television and movies, the first flower he could think of is a red rose.

“That’s right… I’ll find myself a beautiful rose.” Said the domesticated butterfly and continues to fly.

The search didn’t take long. He immediately find himself a patch of roses which vividly stands out from the green background with their stunning red colors. The beauty of the roses was very hard to resist for the domesticated butterfly. His sight could quickly recognize the beauty that he is used to seeing in the television and in the movies.

Without thinking twice, he quickly goes near the red roses just to get pricked by the red roses thorns. The thorn stabbed his heart and broke it. The pain was very unbearable for the poor domesticated butterfly.

“Stupid! Stupid!” He repeatedly yells to himself cause of self-pity.

“I was so captivated by the beauty of the red rose that I didn’t think before I made a move.” Notes the domesticated butterfly to himself.

“Next time I’ll try not to be so shallow in picking a flower that I can call my own.” Said the domesticated butterfly as he flies away from the patch of red roses.

So with his broken heart he continues for his search for a flower he can call his own.

Not so far from the patch of red roses which broke the domesticated butterflies heart is a patch of different flowers called Dandelions.

“Hi…” greeted one of the Dandelions as she saw the domesticated butterfly flew past her.

“Hello.” Replied the domesticated butterfly who noticed the Dandelions.

“I noticed that you are searching for a flower, Am I not right?” asked the Dandelion.

“How did you know?” asked the butterfly.

“I can tell from the way you fly.” Said the Dandelion.

“I haven’t any lucky though…” said the domesticated butterfly as he forced a smile.

“Poor you… Your intentions were very clean and kind but still, thorns will drive you away and break your heart.” Said the Dandelion.

The domesticated butterfly was speechless.

“You know… Dandelions don’t have thorns so I think you’ll be safer here with me.” Offered the dandelion.

The domesticated butterfly was getting the Dandelions message but he continued to fly away in search for a flower that he wants.

“Thanks for the offer… But I don’t feel any love from you unlike the other flowers.”

These are the words that came out of the domesticated butterfly since he is so used of seeing the beauty of the rose in movies and televisions. He’s senses is somehow flawed and tainted because he is so exposed to medias where red roses are the typical signatures of love.

The domesticated butterfly once again flew away in search for a flower he can call his own. His wings took him next to a patch of white roses.

The white roses are very much similar to the red once. Same with the red ones, the domesticated butterfly was once again captivated by its beauty. The attractiveness of the white roses seems to lessen the pain of the domesticated butterfly’s broken heart.

The domesticated butterfly approached the white roses with more caution that before. The domesticated butterfly avoided the white roses thorns. As the butterfly sees the beauty of the white rose up close, he was more mesmerized than ever.

His hopes were little by little going up once more. The pain of his broken heart was silenced by the white rose’s beauty.

“I’ve decided… This rose will become mine even at the risk of being stabbed by its thorns.” Decided the domesticated butterfly to him self.

The domesticated butterfly linger at the side of the white rose for sometime but when he became too comfortable with the white rose, he became a little arrogant which result in wounding his heart once more in the white roses thorn.

The scar of his once broken heart was opened once more. The feeling was very familiar to him, and he didn’t like it. The pain is so unbearable, you can’t eat, you can’t sleep, and you get distracted from time to time. This kind of wound takes some time to heal. And after healing, it may also leave a scar.

The domesticated left the patch of white roses with his once again broken heart. Waiting for his wounds to once again healed and maybe try to find a flower for him once again.

Watching out for thorns possessed by a rose, which has a tempting beauty is not an easy task. Sometimes it you’ll only learn to avoid it once you’ve been pierce by its thorns to many times already. Also, when searching for a flower you could call you own. Most domesticated butterflies only recognize the beauty of the roses, disregarding the beauty that other kinds of flowers posses.

Flowers… some butterflies can’t live without them. So when you start your journey in finding a flower you could call your own, be sure to watch out for its thorns.

THE END

I myself can be called as a domesticated butterfly. Trying to avoid a rose thorn but attracted by its beauty among other flowers nonetheless. Anyway I hope you’ve enjoyed reading my short story, Review after reading please.