game over.
the cocoon wriggles and squirms in violent to the slightest of movement around, almost as though it had eyes to see and ears to hear. after a month of the most elaborate and complex evolution from that speck to the full fledged caterpillar and finally, the cocoon. this is the most mysterious and magnificent transformation period. the cocoon wriggles vivaciously, seemingly out of control, awaiting the reveal its contents to the warm of the sunlight.
impatiently yet carefully prodding it to quicken the process, the cocoon begins to wriggle with excitement and fear of what the world holds for it, so excited it manages move that only a gymnast would. adrenaline so strong it manages what appears to temporary levitation. with a final prod, the encasted net break in a neat tear. revealing to the world what is unimaginable of the little ugly grub of a caterpillar we first witness it to be.
the butterfly. wings together. climbs out of it shell. the fortress that has kept it safe and warm for the past 10 odd days. it perches itself onto a stalk and freezes. as though to catch its breath. in mere secs, like a new born opening his/her eyelids for the very first time, the butterfly attempts to separate its wings. for the very first time, the world stands witness to an ever-repeating unfolding of a beauty, yet it never gets tired of the breath-taking view of the beauty unveiling.
the butterfly. however impatient to fly, knws that it must wait a minute or more til its wings harden themselves. this is built in instincts. it never learns. neither does it never forgets. at this most vulnerable time, before your finger can touch its wings, the butterfly would attempt to fly away.
almost instantly, the wings disintergrate upon hitting the air, reducing to less than dust.
impatiently yet carefully prodding it to quicken the process, the cocoon begins to wriggle with excitement and fear of what the world holds for it, so excited it manages move that only a gymnast would. adrenaline so strong it manages what appears to temporary levitation. with a final prod, the encasted net break in a neat tear. revealing to the world what is unimaginable of the little ugly grub of a caterpillar we first witness it to be.
the butterfly. wings together. climbs out of it shell. the fortress that has kept it safe and warm for the past 10 odd days. it perches itself onto a stalk and freezes. as though to catch its breath. in mere secs, like a new born opening his/her eyelids for the very first time, the butterfly attempts to separate its wings. for the very first time, the world stands witness to an ever-repeating unfolding of a beauty, yet it never gets tired of the breath-taking view of the beauty unveiling.
the butterfly. however impatient to fly, knws that it must wait a minute or more til its wings harden themselves. this is built in instincts. it never learns. neither does it never forgets. at this most vulnerable time, before your finger can touch its wings, the butterfly would attempt to fly away.
almost instantly, the wings disintergrate upon hitting the air, reducing to less than dust.
posted by Hierophant at
11:12 PM
