My Thoughts On Butterfly Wings - 778 Words

I go there every night – the place that comforts me, and sometimes scares me. The place that fills me with warmth, and keeps me anchored while I still have the freedom to drift away. Just for a little while, I can escape. Cocoons of blankets hug me as the pitch black of the room shushes out all of the noise and frustration of the day. Thoughts flutter restlessly through my mind on butterfly wings, taking them and morphing them into peculiar things. The sheep do not jump over the fence. They’re busy grazing the stars, stars that remain only because of the putty. I wish, I wish, I wish on the stars†¦but the stars are not stars. More thoughts wrestle in my head – all the things I should have said or still could say, but never will be said. Eventually sleep will get the upper hand and pin down my mind babble, but until then I just think. Think and think and think. I never remember the exact moment I fall asleep – the moment when my thoughts are no longer just thoughts, the moment where my mind shifts from conscious to unconscious. One second I’m in the world of the wake, the next I’m in another universe. For a while there is nothing. There is silence and darkness and emptiness. They seem bad, but without this I would not be able to appreciate the bloom of color and sound that pushes forth as I enter the dreams. The dreams are what I’ve been waiting for. They are movies without endings. I can be a part of them or sit and watch as if from a theatre seat. Touch, smell,Show MoreRelatedWhy Are Girls Herded Away From Technical Fields?926 Words   |  4 PagesI really hate these stupid butterflies. I mean really. They pollinate. They eat dead things. There’s a bunch of them. Done and Done. Eueides Heliconiodes Sigh. So this butterfly travels in groups, I’ve never seen it alone. 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