It's a lie if i say that you are forgotten

How the wind blows? Or how a creature flaps its wings in the air to find pathways? No ideas, but I saw a butterfly looks like the one i've encountered before, in another universe it finally shows its existance, flew miles away beneath the stormy clouds but only me who recognised it and still have a piece of miserable story. The least sparkling wings risen on me, a saddest joy has written clearly on each feather.

In deep breath i smell the oak, stonger than ever. Then the butterfly hanging upside down under the wood, once it flew over the leaves, tried to reach the top of branch, but unfortunately landed on nowhere.