In the Depths of a Darkened Forest
There are days when I feel like I am walking in a forest of darkness. The sun is hidden behind the clouds, the wind is cold and harsh, and the trees are silent and gloomy. I look around and I see no signs of life, no colors, no joy. Everything is gray and dull.
But what makes me feel even worse is the sight of the butterflies. They used to be the most beautiful creatures in the forest, flying around with their bright and delicate wings, spreading happiness and hope. They used to make me smile and forget my troubles. They used to be my friends.
But now, they are all lying on the ground, motionless and broken. Their wings are torn and shattered, their bodies are bruised and bleeding, their eyes are closed and lifeless. They look like they have given up on everything, like they have lost their will to live.
But what makes me feel even worse is the sight of the butterflies. They used to be the most beautiful creatures in the forest, flying around with their bright and delicate wings, spreading happiness and hope. They used to make me smile and forget my troubles. They used to be my friends.
But now, they are all lying on the ground, motionless and broken. Their wings are torn and shattered, their bodies are bruised and bleeding, their eyes are closed and lifeless. They look like they have given up on everything, like they have lost their will to live.
I wonder what happened to them
Who or what hurt them so badly? Was it a storm, a predator, a disease, or something else? Did they suffer a lot? Did they try to fight back? Did they have any regrets? Did they know that I cared for them?
I feel a surge of anger and sadness in my chest. I want to scream and cry, I want to find the culprit and make them pay, I want to heal the butterflies and bring them back to life. I want to restore the beauty and harmony of the forest. I want to see the sun again.
But what can I do. am I that powerless and helpless. I can watch and mourn. I can hope and pray. I can wonder and question.
And most importantly, why do I feel like I am one of them?
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