what else were we supposed to do. one minute they bring us up then tug at our feet and whoosh it all comes down. i mean for fuck's sake think about it, we were made for something really?
we are constructed, evolved designed.
why so much trouble if you was just going to keep us right here. quit pouting, your too young to be called bitch. you'll certainly grow up to be one. with a bloody big lip at this rate. nonono its not like that, what's the point of the closed eyes and tasting the air. not down here,
its heavy.
it weighs, it occupies space. we're authorities on that dearie, after all anything we do certainly doesn't bear any weight. air heads if you must. you can't even get us on your scales, tie us down and you'll only get the weight of the bonds?
mmmhmm your marvelous binding cords qualify as weight.
fast enough?- and they'll hurt your holding hands hon. not now, the golden gloves upon your digits will hold for the while. we'll see what friction does, they say it goes well with attrition. oh you was just blowing a spit bubble, pout again? uh um whatever.
one day we'll go flying.
High up.
yesyes we know. what goes up must come down. maybe we'll even settle back to ground gently. of course we we will. no burdens. floating down. faster than rising of course. gravity is a law too, a really necessary one don't you think? then, just then i know we will settle.
yes settle, not sink.
not very sure how
or when we'll realize
why we were made.
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