The world is a glass cage.
A big, beautiful glass cage.
Filled with everything we really need.
Everything - we just need to look for them.
Look in the right places.
Look real carefully.

We are all butterflies.
Different kinds, different marks, but all butterflies.
From caterpillars, we grew.
We changed.
At the best moments, our wings flutter.
And we soar high.

We are butterflies within this glass cage.
We hear stories of what lies outside.
Of what wonders there are beyond these boundaries.
We are afraid.
We are hopeful.
We wonder.
We know nothing for sure.
Maybe it’s different for everyone.
We wait.

These sweet and wonderful moments are nectar to us.
These lessons are pollen.
We live on the moments.
We spread the knowledge.
Our heartbeats are the light fluttering of our wings.

Beautiful, light-winged butterflies.

Some of us are unsure.
They are confused.
And sometimes, they lose sight of their purpose.
They forget why we are here -
To be with these other ones.
To find ourselves, our true colors.
And to dream.
They forget to dream.

Their wings begin to buckle.
They stop trying.

Stop trying to flutter.
And they fall.
They are blinded to these dazzling colors.
The dazzling colors of life.
Life all around.
They let themselves fade into dimness.
And they are left here, in this glass cage.

But there are also those of us who are stronger,
those who strive,
and have found themselves,
and have served their purpose.
They possess the brightest of colors.
And these colors bring us light.
They remind us to find our colors too.

We are all butterflies.
The best of us burn bright with a myriad of colors.

And when our Keeper sees it fit, he sets us free.
One by one, He opens the cage for us.
He lets us explore what is beyond.
And these colors?
These colors have always been for Him.
And for those we cared most about.
So when we leave this cage,
we shed these colors.
These colors which brighten up the grayest parts.
We leave these colors for the butterflies we leave behind.
So they see.
And know.
And they are inspired.
And they keep these colors preserved with love.

Stripped of our colors, we are white butterflies.
Free, pure and ready to start again.
To start in this new world.
This new, beautiful world.