Glass Mason Jars

I truly feel sorry for butterflies and small insects that draw peoples attention. It is a complete mystery if you will-
I can relate. This living breathing creature is minding its own business and then someone thinks it is worth enough to keep. So that person takes it, locks it away in a glass jar, and then will not let it out. The creature does everything it can to help. It flies about to entertain the master. It talks to the master and offers answers to the masters questions. Yet the master has it in his mind that the butterfly is his. The butterfly loves its master but its not enough and soon even with the tiny holes in the lid- the butterfly dies. Yet even in death, the master will pass the jar around to all of his friends to take a look at the creature. This is his prize. Everyone should have a deeper look. Everyone should stare at her and mock her.
That was a bad example of what I wanted to say. I was going to say something else and I am without sleep. I think I need to go to bed for a few hours before I have to get up. I cannot wait for next month. This blog was not that much because words cannot say- and I wish I knew how to speak the words.
1. I'm NOT married.
2. I do not have children.
3. I'm NOT engaged. DO NOT get that out of what I just said. I was talking about big businesses taking over the little people in a matter of speaking. Don't ask.
4. The past is the past and it is so grey.
Song of the day- New Divide by Linkin Park
Drink of the night- NOT ENOUGH VODKA.