The Boy and The Yellow Kite

The purpose of this campaign is to create a budget for a short film which needs to be shared with the world. It's the visual accompaniment to a poem I wrote about my best friend passing away. In this case the boy character represents me,  while the kite represents my dear friend Ben, who couldn't be contained and flew high in the sky much like a kite, only for his bright light sadly one day begin to die.

The poem can relate to anyone as it's about friendship both beginning and ending as we all go through our different walks of life, and how connection can come to change a person. The money will be going towards the equipment needed and insurance, locations, talent, and a crew including an animator who can bring the kite to life. This will be a live action film with the animation of the kite imposed onto the footage.

I plan on submitting this project to film festivals and putting it online so anyone with internet access may enjoy and connect with the story.
 Your contribution would mean so much as a final tribute towards a really special person who touched so many people for the better. My goal is for anyone who has gone through the beautiful process of friendship to experience it artistically through this story. 

All major donors will be credited as financiers and will be invited to a formal screening upon completion. If you're unable to donate please pass this along to anyone who can and enjoy the film when it's ready to share. 

Attached is a link for the poem.  Below is copy of the poem as well. 
https://www.icloud.com/pages/0B_ykEub3qADVIiCxpVQP55gg#The_boy_and_the_yellow_kite_


The Boy and The Yellow Kite 

                     By 

Conor Blue Ketchum




The boy awoke that morning and as he yawned

All the stars unaligned with the emergence of dawn,

Twilights darkness twinkled goodbye in his eyes,

As the stars gasped their last breathe 

And dove under the night sea’s sky.




Today was the day his loneliness came true 

For he had a yellow kite which danced in the blue

He got up, 

Looked down, 

And looked side to side, 

Then drifted out of bed 

Like green sea foam in the tide.




This morning he took out the kite 

Which used to be big, 

Bashful, 

And bright,

But now it wilted like flowers 

Mustering a last hoorah 

In its remaining hours.




He found the kite biking home from school one day 

It was cold,

It was rainy,

And it was grey.

He was knocked off his bike and fell on the ground

He scraped his knee with no help around.




A fallen object had caught his vision 

Resting in the trashcan before him so to open was his decision

He approached too fast and was quickly blinded 

For the bright ownerless kite hand’t yet decided 

What was to be,

But the boy felt soon it’d belong to he. 

The kite’s light shone bright high above the rain 

For that cold rainy grey day 

Had abruptly gone away.




Quite quickly the kite deemed that the boy was to be its new owner

For this kite too saw the boy as a loner.

For days to come they would fly together, 

Like what he once heard his mother say,

They were birds of a feather.




One day soon he would fly the kite bright across the sky 

But something unexpected happened 

The light began to die. 

He ran faster and faster to keep it dancing in the breeze 

But the kite went slower and slower, 

Moving with no ease. 




The boy began to tear 

For it became more and more clear

That the time to say goodbye to his dear friend was near.

The old yellow kite flamed its last breathes 

And the boy let go 

So it may join the stars at rest.




The kite smiled down 

And erased the boys frown 

For all friendships must go up 

Before they go down. 




The kite became a distant twinkle in the boy's smile 

The friendship that once warmed him 

Was now in denial. 

The boy ceased to cry

As the kite floated upwards and beyond the sky,

He’d known pain but not like this before,

And the boy said goodbye to all the memories they wore




The boy turned around to darker skies

For everyone’s journey is just a long goodbye  

Glancing back with nothing in sight,

He no longer called his friend that bright yellow kite.
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Conor Blue Ketchum 
Organizer
Santa Monica, CA
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