As Far As The Butterfly Goes.

As Far as the Butterfly Goes.

The Boy has never been outside. The Boy is very sick, with a body that can't make it's own warmth, and skin that is as good as paper. The Boy doesn't know what the outside is like, and he doesn't know how much he could like it; Therefore he never wanted it. The Boy isn't curious or creative, his mind is as ill as his body. The Boy doesn't know love, happiness or anything of the abstract nature. He also isn't aware of anything of the physical nature. The Boy is a miracle, in the sense that he has barely held on to a loose definition of life with the tiniest bit of resources.

The Father wants a strong son. When he doesn't get one, he simply tries again. And again. And again. But where do the failed attempts go? What should he do when he has created something that he does not like? The Father never considers this. The Father ignors all logical thinking in order to achieve his one goal in life. The failures are nothing but dust to him.

The Boy has nowhere to go. He is in a dark place. Any normal child would have thought it strange or scary, but this is all The Boy knows, and there is no way to fear something when you can't compare it to something you trust. The Boy doesn't know light, so he can't compare it to the darkness he is surrounded by. The Boy is coughing. He doesn't know what coughing means. The Boy can feel his bones, which poke out enough to seemingly threaten tearing his skin. The Boy doesn't know what healthy is so he is not afraid. Pain is a daily symptom of The Boy's life, so he is not afraid.

The Father feels no guilt, nor does he have any idea of the consequences of what he has done. Why should he consider the consequences if they don't affect him? The Father has moved on, pherhaps the failures should move on to. It is their fault that they failed, they should have tried harder, or been stronger. It isn't The Father's fault, he is simply doing what man kind was built to do.

The Boy lays in a pile of ash and rubble. He does not know that these things have names though. He doesn't think in a language; The Boy is restricted to only think in emotions and feeling. The Boy can barely move, he has never known movement, no one is there to encourage his first steps, so why should The Boy take them? The Boy does not know of any joy or promise of happiness, so why should he have any will to live? The Boy feels confusion, a new emotion to him. He is confused about why he is the only one in his world, he wonders why he has been doomed to suffer alone. Of course, he is not thinking this in words, but in abstract emotions, smells and tastes.

The Boy is not aware.

The Father has returned to his home. One of his homes. The Father has many homes, the ones that supposedly promised him strong sons, but failed him. The Father never waits on failures. The strong will survive and the weak will die. Why should he wait for something that will die?

The Boy did not die.

The Father searched through the house, looking for something he did not have words for. The Father was looking for something that only a higher power could know about, yet the drunken man was able to find The Boy.

The Boy had his eyes shut, for he had never had a reason to open them. But as his world was extended, and light was introduced to him, The Boy instantly recovered something that he lost a long time ago: Will. The Boy scrambled and squirmed, his first movements for years. He opened his eyes, a huge feat for The Boy who had never been aware. The Boy saw The Father. The Boy collapsed, exhausted from the labor. The Boy had moved farther than he ever had before, and he had discovered life and light. He discovered more than the room he had been trapped in.

The Father held The Boy. The Father carried The Boy. The Boy was layed down in grass. The Boy was overwhelmed by all of the new things. Beautiful things. The Boy couldn't believe he had been rescued from his curse. The Boy looked at The Father with a new emotion. Fear. The Boy squirmed, but The Boy was exhausted. The Boy looked up and