Beauty is nothing

What does it matter the beautiful colors of the butterfly wings?

What does it matter beauty? Just nothing.

The essence is not there. The 'spark' is independent from beauty, attitude or whatever. It is not in the intelligence either.
There is a unsubstantial wire, invisible, thin, but powerful. More important than beauty, intelligence, class, attitude or whatever. It holds all these and more. It just has to be there. To hold, to sustain, to maintain.

Beauty is nothing but a nice label for a bottle of something that can be coincidentally tasty as well. But it all ends. Beauty is inconsistent. It draws attention, desire, but all these vanish with the sun, in the end of the day.

Beauty vanishes. Beauty is nothing. Beauty is just... beauty.

Louise and her blue guitar

Louise takes her blue guitar and runs to the back of her house. Words don't come out of her mouth, but still her lips move.
The guitar cries sorrowfully, the pain that flows from Louise's heart through her fingers to the instrument...

She sits there, in the grass, and hopes music will take it away... and she sings, sings, sings. There is nothing Louise can do, but learn to accept Nature as it is and try to make the maximum out of the minimum.

All she wants is to be quiet. Silent. The only thing to sound is the guitar now.
She doesn't feel like talking. Talkative Louise is now mute.
The only sound that joins the moans of the guitar is the sound of her heart, falling into pieces. Glass. Cuts deeply, bleeds incessantly.

Louise doesn't want to talk. Not now.

Butterflies

Sometimes it's hard to face the truth. Nobody likes losing. The irony is that life is so full of ...misunderstanding and loses. It's part of being alive. But it doesn't make it any easier. On the other hand, as time goes by, we start to learn how to make it as less painful as possible, but still....

And I ask: where are the butterflies? All I have is a caterpillar... the most I desire the butterflies, the most they run away from me. I'm surrounded by dragonflies and all sort of things, but I want the butterflies... where are they???

When I barely see one, she just slips away... I keep on dreaming on my butterflies.