Helpless

     Strawberries are usually looked at as a source for survival. They are fruit that energizes and fuels one's body. As I look at the decaying leaves of the strawberry patch piling on top of one another like dead bodies thrown in a pile, I realized that the strawberries are going away, one by one. It reminds me of a sadistic idea of genocide, killing off people one at a time. I connected the idea of genocide to how strawberries dye after one another. Strawberries remind people of the word, "sweet", but as I watch strawberries disappear day after day, I begun to believe that strawberries carry a dreadful feeling.

    Strawberries get their bright red color from chemicals called,"anthocyanin". According to Strawberries for Strawberry Lovers, anthocyanin is a molecule that has to combine with other molecules to make such a vibrant color. When I look at the color of a strawberry, I think of the strawberry having no skin to the point where they need to have wrapped bandages around its body to keep its internal organs and guts together. The blood seeps through the bandages and creates a soaking red color. The thought of strawberries having to bleed out all the time is terrifying. Strawberries carry their wounds on the outside of their body, without any help from someone to cure its suffering and pain. Being helpless is a feeling that some human beings can understand, personally, I think that the sense of helplessness reaches people's thoughts during certain points in their lives. 

     The feeling of helplessness is an emotion that most people on the planet would never want to have experienced. Being helpless is not often talked about because people fear the concept and might have the idea that they don't have to witness such a horrid feeling. But while strawberries can't do anything about their wounds, humans can. It depends on the human if they want to have help or not and when they have wounds internally and externally, they get to decide to acknowledge it and sadly, the creatures on the planet don't have a choice in the matter to get the help they need. Strawberries can't scream, or hardly even move to show any sign of their suffering, but humans have the ability to do so. Humans are used to being aid to that they don't notice how painful it is to feel helpless. I believe that humans should appreciate the fact that they have opportunities and chances to get the help they need while many other creatures don't. But then there is the fact that some people on this planet can't get any help because of their living situations and their life in general. People may be too prideful to ask for help or are too scared to, but it's a good idea to ask for help because the person won't feel so helpless and alone in the pain they witness. 

    The strawberries are a symbol that there is suffering in this world and in some situations, there is nothing that humans or creatures can do about it, and some where there can be solutions. Flies may feel the same way as well, the feeling of helplessness because they don't have ways to show it. Helplessness is a reality that many people don't want to think about.

                                                          Works Cited

     "Why Are Strawberries Red?" Strawberries For Strawberry Lovers. SBI. n.d. Web. 7 Nov. 2014.

  

White Noise

     For the past few days, the flies seem to have disappeared completely. The wind in my backyard seems to be carrying a silent whimper from the loss of company from the flies. There's a chill that runs down my spine and back up from the loss of company the flies gave me whenever they would occupy the strawberry patches. The thought of no longer seeing flies anymore, bothers me. The flies' disappearance leaves me with a sense of emptiness.

     Once a person gets attached to something for a while, it's like someone took a piece of that person with them but they also leave a memory of them behind. The sound that the fly makes has been imprinted in my mind ever since they left.

     According to hypertextbook, flies wings can move 200 times a second (no wonder when flies fly, their wings look like a blur!). According to Orkin, the fly makes a buzzing sound from the flapping of their wings. To me, the buzzing sound they make sounds like white noise. White noise sounds like rain, falling down in a rush and splattering across the ground and has a static electronic sound. White noise can be annoying most of the time. When a fly buzzes past me, I usually end up feeling like I am going crazy. Hearing such a steady, static noise makes me feel as if I can't hear anything else and am trapped in my thoughts. I hated the sounds the flies make as they pass me by, but at the same time, I grown accustomed to it. 

     White noise was what the flies left me with. Like it was an offering for always being around them and paying attention to them for once in their lives. It's hard grasping the idea that I will no longer get to see them. The cold weather shooed away the flies, leaving me breathless and lost for a while. Maybe it's the same feeling when someone loses something that they hold dear to them. Goodbyes aren't the best experiences but they also leave something behind. Like a lesson learned, or a memory to remember them by. Goodbye's let people grow and is also positive, for they make people realize that they take things for granted sometimes and that next time, they should appreciate the person more. The white noise the flies have ingrained in my mind lets me know that even though they won't be around for the next several months, I can think back and hear their wings flap, and knowing that I didn't waste my time with them because I learned to appreciate their beauty and strength that they so kindly had let me see without running away and being scared. Goodbyes are a good and bad life lesson. 

                                                           Works Cited

     "Sounds of a House Fly" Sounds of a House Fly: How House Flies Generate the Sound We 

          Hear. Orkin, LLC. n.d. Web. 31 Oct. 2014.

     Elert, Glenn. "Frequency of Fly Wings" hypertextbook. N.p. n.d. Web. 31 Oct. 2014.