Post by flames on Feb 20, 2009 22:09:06 GMT -5
Open to All willing
One One-Thousand... here's a box...
Two One-Thousand... and look over there...
Butterfly, why do you hide in the shadows? It's no good for your wings...belive me on that... You need light, so that they can sparkle out in the sunlight... The flowers like that...
Three One-Thousand, who's there?
Four One-Thousand, Ayu, wwho's that? I know you! You dance with me...
Five One-Thousand. Dance... Dance souds good... don't be afraid... I got ya..
Six One-Thousand, I'd new you'd come...
Seven One-Thousand... who are you?
Eight One-Thousand... where am I?
The girl with different collored eyes leaned against the row of boxes. Her look seemed to indicate, that though she was standing her mind was far, far away. to her, the boxes were tall trees, and grassy hills....The dark cilling bright blue sky, and the random piles of forgoten stuff, a field of flowers. With a wide smile she pulled off the boxes, and began spinning. Her hands churned down, and her figers relaxes, almost as if she was touchingn the petals of the flowers as she was spinning.
Nine One-Thousand... Ten One-Thousand...
Tell me butterfly, what do you see? Do you see fields, or do you see the mountains? Do you fly over the hills, and far, fara away to the lands beyond the sea?
Eleven One Thousand... Twelve One-Thousand
I suppose you can't fly... now can you?
Thirtee One-Thous...Huh?
Little butterfly have you heard that? I think a bumble bee flew by? No, it entered.... but, there are no doors here... Are there my dear?
The girl stoped after a while her smile slowly fading away, as she swayed on her feet, and crashed down to the ground laughing. Ironically enough, she found this amusing, in an odd little way... then again, she found everything amusing... As she fell, her head hit the stack of boxes next to her, causing the girl to blink. Her glassy eyes became more focused on the dark and dusty view around her, as the beautiiful field melted away... Leaving behind.... Nothing... A Warehouse...
But the flowers? The trees?
Fourteen One-Thousand... Liitttle butterfly, only you remain.... where did everythingn else go? Tell me little butterfly...
The girl glanced around, before her eyes focused on somethiing that no one else saw and got up... With slow, uncertain steps she began to fallow it... The scenery around her, once more growiig into the emrald green field...as she falllowed a beautifull, blue butterfly...
Two One-Thousand... and look over there...
Butterfly, why do you hide in the shadows? It's no good for your wings...belive me on that... You need light, so that they can sparkle out in the sunlight... The flowers like that...
Three One-Thousand, who's there?
Four One-Thousand, Ayu, wwho's that? I know you! You dance with me...
Five One-Thousand. Dance... Dance souds good... don't be afraid... I got ya..
Six One-Thousand, I'd new you'd come...
Seven One-Thousand... who are you?
Eight One-Thousand... where am I?
The girl with different collored eyes leaned against the row of boxes. Her look seemed to indicate, that though she was standing her mind was far, far away. to her, the boxes were tall trees, and grassy hills....The dark cilling bright blue sky, and the random piles of forgoten stuff, a field of flowers. With a wide smile she pulled off the boxes, and began spinning. Her hands churned down, and her figers relaxes, almost as if she was touchingn the petals of the flowers as she was spinning.
Nine One-Thousand... Ten One-Thousand...
Tell me butterfly, what do you see? Do you see fields, or do you see the mountains? Do you fly over the hills, and far, fara away to the lands beyond the sea?
Eleven One Thousand... Twelve One-Thousand
I suppose you can't fly... now can you?
Thirtee One-Thous...Huh?
Little butterfly have you heard that? I think a bumble bee flew by? No, it entered.... but, there are no doors here... Are there my dear?
The girl stoped after a while her smile slowly fading away, as she swayed on her feet, and crashed down to the ground laughing. Ironically enough, she found this amusing, in an odd little way... then again, she found everything amusing... As she fell, her head hit the stack of boxes next to her, causing the girl to blink. Her glassy eyes became more focused on the dark and dusty view around her, as the beautiiful field melted away... Leaving behind.... Nothing... A Warehouse...
But the flowers? The trees?
Fourteen One-Thousand... Liitttle butterfly, only you remain.... where did everythingn else go? Tell me little butterfly...
The girl glanced around, before her eyes focused on somethiing that no one else saw and got up... With slow, uncertain steps she began to fallow it... The scenery around her, once more growiig into the emrald green field...as she falllowed a beautifull, blue butterfly...