I realize now that complete dissatisfaction is the weight in the air, that weight which I cannot air, because you take up the time, pretty. There is a certain sacrifice made when these weights are aired to extreme, the loss not sense but of the responsibility that flowers must stand up and wilting usually signifies an end. You, you have bypassed these. You have not taken flight but they will watch you try and eagerly anticipate your fall. You are a princess.