Pan's Labyrinth
wendy?
it's peter...
...drink your magic potion...
...and believe.
posted by Jason at 8:42 PM
Sunday, May 18, 2008
About Me
- Name: Jason
- Location: Las Vegas, Nevada, United States
I am a living Rorschach Test: I am whatever I am to you.
Previous Posts
- Completely Incomplete
- Live For Ever
- Love's Preposition
- Nursery Crimes
- False Saints' Day
- To My Best Friend Margo, Whom I Wept With
- Mr. Kindness Moves Out
- He Seemed to Say
- Promises, promises
- Pleas and Blank 'You's
3 Comments:
peter?
I can't see you. I have lost my way. I am not the girl you remember. I barely remember her myself.
Peter?
The stories I told you? Do you remember them? Did you believe them? I ... hear a child calling me, and beetles running over my feet.
Tell me. Is this the world, really?
Peter... find.. me
My Darling Peter,
I've waited all night for you to come home to our tree house. I thought for sure this was where you flew to earlier today, the Redwood Forest, but the trees tell me they haven't seen you in a good while. So, I am sending this message via Raven. I've never used Raven Press before, so I'll have to trust the Grim Reaper when she tells me that it's the most reliable courier service she knows.
Dear, Darling, they've stapled foreclosure notices to our door! Did you know? I begged the pot bellied man who did so to wait just one more day, and he said, Look Lady, I've got a job to do, a job I need to keep.
The children marvelled that the lights went off. They pushed all the buttons on their television. You'd be amazed, my love, they simply shrugged their shoulders, and are playing such marvelous games among them now. It does remind me a bit of us when we were young.. younger. I marvel that it was a blessing.
I say, let them staple notices to our door. Let them turn off the lights. Let them try to steal our dreams, I would not trade dreams for cardboard houses and tin roofs. You know, Peter dear, it's quite something to keep your wild ways and live in this world. But, you cannot lose yourself. You see, I fell in love with a boy who became a man who helped me to believe that my faery tale dreams were true.
What's Hook going to do with another house? Sell them to his shipmates? I would laugh right now in his very face, dear. Your dreams are what fuel the world. They are not for sale.
I recall a wise old bird who once told me that it is easy to believe when time are easy, hard when times are hard, but the dreams you keep in those troubling times, are the only things that save your life in the end.
You must Believe, Peter. No one ever flew with tears in his eyes. Pixie potion only works when you keep happy thoughts.
I'm awfully tired and must sleep soon.
Wake me, when you remember your Happy Place.
Wendy Darling
Why? If it will be ended soon.
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