A butterfly, floating delicately in front of the sun, its soft rays casting down.
A symbol representing all that is free, but all that is captured, destined to always fly free, but to never fly where it wants to be the most.
Malicious glares to the one that is captured, forever held in this painful grasp. Never wanting to be there, but having no choice.
A butterfly in a cage, seeing the outside world, full of promise and freedom, never able to do anything but watch as others fly free. Only able to flap its wing in hopes of getting out, only to have its small delicate wings ripped and bloodied by its own selfish desires.
A small boy, turned away from the others, the others turned away from him, in a symbol of a perpetual wall.
And in the middle, the soft butterfly, trying to be free and watching as the others surrounding it are free but are the most captured of all.
Small hands reaching out trying to grab the butterfly that just wouldn't stay still, blonde locks swaying in the wind, and the simple wind caressing the small boy's cheeks, his soft fingers reached out, always just inches away from capturing the fluttering beauty.
A child, running away from that pained grip, never to realize that he can't go anywhere at all.
To run, only to fall, weakened and bloodied like the wings of a butterfly.
To look up and see the free butterfly soaring high, forever free but forever captured.
Flying free into that ever blue sky, to see the others flying high.
To see the child looking down upon the ground and know, he will never leave this place, this painful grip, for these bloodied wings will never save him, and this rusty cage will never break.
But to stand up again and look at the butterfly floating delicately in front of the sun, the soft rays casting down.
But to not see the butterfly resting on a stalk of grass, not flying high, but free all the same.
--Owari—
R&R please