Friday, September 05, 2008
Hotaru
Fireflies remind me of summer.
As I jog down to the neighborhood park, I catch the scent.
An earthy, distinct smell.
The nanosecond is packed with the strong, poignant burst of firefly particles.
The air is filled with the bitter-sweet foolishness of youth.
Life of a firefly is surprisingly dim, living as a juvenile larvae most of its life underground or on tree barks.
Then it becomes a 2 week debutant, encouraged by its natural urge to mate. A mad debauchery that dictates its life course, which it probably doesn't even comprehend.
The images conjure contradictory feelings of pity and jealousy.
The poor creature expends its light and energy for that single moment of pleasure. A flashy climax. Lights dim. Curtains close. Then death awaits its atrophied shell.
The last thing it feels is euphoria and assurance that it passed on its legacy to a new life.
The thought fills the back of my throat with a dry, pungent flavor.
Like acidic tannin in a bottle of red that is too young, it leaves its bitter rinds on the palate.
It makes me gag.
I jog away, trying to break free from the spell of summer.
Fireflies - they remind me of summer.
As I jog down to the neighborhood park, I catch the scent.
An earthy, distinct smell.
The nanosecond is packed with the strong, poignant burst of firefly particles.
The air is filled with the bitter-sweet foolishness of youth.
Life of a firefly is surprisingly dim, living as a juvenile larvae most of its life underground or on tree barks.
Then it becomes a 2 week debutant, encouraged by its natural urge to mate. A mad debauchery that dictates its life course, which it probably doesn't even comprehend.
The images conjure contradictory feelings of pity and jealousy.
The poor creature expends its light and energy for that single moment of pleasure. A flashy climax. Lights dim. Curtains close. Then death awaits its atrophied shell.
The last thing it feels is euphoria and assurance that it passed on its legacy to a new life.
The thought fills the back of my throat with a dry, pungent flavor.
Like acidic tannin in a bottle of red that is too young, it leaves its bitter rinds on the palate.
It makes me gag.
I jog away, trying to break free from the spell of summer.
Fireflies - they remind me of summer.
// posted by sakit @ 6:15 PM 
