Do you know where these people come from, because we’ve been making paper airplanes whilst touching the sky high sky, and no one seems to know where our high rise hopes are coming from

So strong, invaluably so… Yet there’s been something simply stirring to toy with our previously held everything

And there shall, perhaps, be a lapse in constant overthought soon as these perched to precariously place themselves endnote enemies paralyse themselves outright unsightly

Via utterly unbeknownst self tiredness – and we lean and watch them fall away from the edge of the world, where their attitude was always square-peg placed in a round hole