"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it."
Oscar Wilde
Welcome to Imagination Temptation, a place where rants of a girl and the overwhelming feelings of her lays here.
All of the words implied here are genuinely from inside her mind or heart, though there are no guarantee that everything in here were just her imagination or fantasy.
Shall you see further inside this place, just click the girls on the left.
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Who am I?
Certainly no one.
Well, I am just a being who likes to imagine a lot. It even tempts me.
An author of its life. A human who likes to and being loved.
Who doesn't, after all? Blasphemy, I say, if you don't need to be love and loved.
I like simplicity yet complexity. I like modest things yet also I like challenges.
I hate apathetic people. I hate selfish people. I hate ignorant people.
I love stories from the girl in the attic. I love songs that sings out feelings.
I don't like cliche love songs. Suffice to say, I don't like most of the songs in the world?
Hey, do you want to know more? Are you listening to me?
Hey, does that feelings have withered? The feelings for those black and white butterflies?
There was black butterfly and white butterfly that have been flying around a certain flower. The two of them landed on the flower, and they slowly take up the flower's honey.
The flower used to think that it doesn't want to have the white butterfly on its petal anymore, but it's not true. The flower still likes the white butterfly until now, and so do the black one. It loves them even if they will fell down and perish.
Sadly, some new butterflies have emerged from their cocoons, searching for flowers to stay, and to suck dry its honey.
These butterflies, have slowly stay on the flower, though the honey is slowly dried up because of what the black and the white butterfly did to the flower. Although, the black and white butterfly left some small part of the honey for the new butterflies to take.
However, can the flower hold four butterflies on it's fragile stem? On it's ephemeral petals?
It is the matter of time before the flower breaks, leaving no honey for the four butterflies. Even if they were about to fell down and perish, they would still flap their wings to search for another flower.
And the broken flower, will soon grow another petal with abundant of honey inside it.
Will the flower waits for the four butterflies? Which of them would return to the flower? Or will there be new butterflies? Or will no butterflies land on the flower anymore?
And in the end, what does this parables mean? Do you know? I am the flower.
