her fall will be colossal. the birds and the butterflies will pause mid-air and sympathise, they know the strain it takes on your wings, staying air born. shes in a swarm of hornets and desperately needs to escape, they will sting and hurt her ethereal body, so light and delicate with wings the colour of tears reflecting the emotions of all. she needs to flit on, find something else, ride the back of a dolphin over waves of sorrow to an island where happiness is cultivated in flawless lines, prepared and injected. if she falls we all will. nothing will be left.