The Sad Diary of A Moth

Upon watching the sad cat diary...> (sadmeow)

I have begun to reflect on the lives of other animals that I dislike immensely.  My least favorite organism by far, is a moth.  So I channeled my moth self and wrote a few diary entries about it. 

Dear Diary,

I was born a day ago, and already feel compelled to document my sordid life.  Nobody understands how hard it is to be me.  I long to live like the butterflies, celebrated and loved by the Giant Ones.  Instead, I am treated like the dust that covers my fragile body.  Why can’t they love me too?  My shear presence causes them to throw projectiles at me.  I fear I will never be good enough to be accepted by the giant ones.  I have even tried to embrace them with little moth kisses, but alas, they shriek in disgust, flapping their five-pronged antennas at me.  I feel rejected.  Perhaps I will receive attention and sympathy from the Winged Creatures.  For now, I suppose I will find comfort in a spot between the blinds. I take solace in the darkness; shadows are my only companion. 

Day Two:

Dear Diary,

Did not receive any attention or sympathy from the Winged Creatures, despite our shared taste in flying.  In fact, I was nearly pecked into a million gruesome pieces by a particularly aggressive one with a sharp beak.  Then again, my untimely demise would be a blessing.  My life is futile, and I may hate myself as much as Giant Ones seem to hate me.  The only thing I admire are the stones; they are gray and desolate like my soul.  I will spend another lonely night beneath a rock, waiting to die.

Day Three:

Dear Diary,

I have come to witness the most beautiful image I have ever beheld in my three days of life.  I call it The Light.  I was flitting around, minding my own business, when all of the sudden, I saw It.  A white glowing orb that filled my sorrowed soul with hope.  It was then that I truly experience love and happiness for the first time.  Just as quickly as I felt its illumination, The Light disappeared with a click., further proving my belief that everything I could ever love leaves me.  My heart was broken as rapidly as it was encouraged.  From now on, I vow to devote the rest of my life to seeking The Light.   I worship it.

Day Four:

Today was rather mundane.  I bothered a Giant One for a while, and then… could it be?  The Light! It has returned! What a glorious day this is.  Now if I could only get a little bit closer.  I want to relish in that warmth that only Light’s glow can provide. The Light consumes me with a burning ecstasy like never before.  Actually, I am starting to feel rather hot.  Almost too hot, but The Light draws me in.  I cannot escape its firm, but magnificent grasp.  I Can not look away…… Must keep flying.   The pain is almost too much.  I can only assume this is what it means to love.  Yet as Light surrounds me, my body aches from the heat. Of  passion, of course.  I  love you, Li….

Moth: June 2^nd, 2013-June 6^th 2013.