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keepcalmandflutteron) wrote in
mylittlejamjar2015-05-19 07:05 pm
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Looking Forward, Looking Back [visual]
[The scroll opens up, and once again it's a view of the moon. This time, however, the scroll seems to be intentionally opened.]
Hello Father.
When I look up into the sky I still remember the time when I was back home. Even though we were so far apart I knew that you were there looking down at me.
This time, I'm not so sure. And that scares me. I think I always knew this. Even though this is a magical place, with a lot of wonderful people, the fact that you might not be there? Was something I didn't even want to say.
But, I think... things will be okay. When I was at the Gala, there were people laughing and smiling and having a magical time. They were dancing across the floor like they were flying. And, best of all, there was nothing too terrible happening there.
So... father... I hope they can understand that... when I first met them I was scared. And I hope that they will be okay if... they find out that I wasn't being completely honest.
And I hope that, somehow, someday, you would be able to hear this. I want to believe you are still there, and I want to believe that there can be a place for me here, too.
Hello Father.
When I look up into the sky I still remember the time when I was back home. Even though we were so far apart I knew that you were there looking down at me.
This time, I'm not so sure. And that scares me. I think I always knew this. Even though this is a magical place, with a lot of wonderful people, the fact that you might not be there? Was something I didn't even want to say.
But, I think... things will be okay. When I was at the Gala, there were people laughing and smiling and having a magical time. They were dancing across the floor like they were flying. And, best of all, there was nothing too terrible happening there.
So... father... I hope they can understand that... when I first met them I was scared. And I hope that they will be okay if... they find out that I wasn't being completely honest.
And I hope that, somehow, someday, you would be able to hear this. I want to believe you are still there, and I want to believe that there can be a place for me here, too.
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It's... a bit like setting a butterfly away and hoping it'll come back when you call for it.
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Holding onto it might not make it happy.
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...it's a dangerous place for a butterfly.
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And isn't it sadder...for a butterfly to have its wings and never get to use them...?