Is your body even worth keeping the blood in?
Is your skin even worth keeping scars from?
Is your mind even worth keeping in reality?
Is your life even worth keeping?
Why do you want your blood to stay?
Why do you want your skin scarless?
Why do you want your mind in reality?
Why do you want your life?
How will you loose your blood?
How will you loose your scarless skin?
How will you loose your mind?
How will you loose your life?
She walks slowly through the forest, her fingers brush over the mossy bark of towering trees. The birds sing to her and they plead to her with their high pitched voices from the branches. The twigs snap as she steps on them and dead leaves squish into the forest ground as her bare feet trudge over.
A deep blue butterfly lands on her hand, she takes in its beauty, knowing it will be the last one she sees.
Stop, says the butterfly. Fly away with me instead.
"I can't", says the girl. "I don't have wings. I have only a blade."
Blades bring badness, says the butterfly as it flutters its wings.
"Blades break beginnings."
Why do you want to break your beginning?
"My beginning is the start of a torturous state of mind."
I hope you decide to trade your blade for wings, the butterfly says as it flies away.
