Hailey

The Cutting Diary
2010-09-16 01:48:23 (UTC)

Balence

September 14th, 2010. 8:14 PM

The other day, I saved a butterfly. I watched as the
delicate creature fluttered around the fountain in front
of the school. A water droplet falling caught him by
surprise, and he fell to the pool of water. I fished him
out. He has a dusky orange and brown color.

With one gust of wind, he was gone and flying away.

Later that day, I saw a butterfly identical to my
butterfly. Dead on the ground.

One life was saved, another taken away. It's a balance.

It makes me wonder. Maybe some broken people aren't meant to
be fixed.

For every extreme, you have to have something as equally
extreme, but on the other side.

For every light, there must be dark.

For every right, there must be left.

For every smile, there must be a tear.

I am not trying to imply that I am the broken extreme. Not
even close. Everybody has monsters, and there are much
scarier ones than mine roaming around.

But still, it's a balance.




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