Paper Planes

He writes, she moves.
In this paradigm posterity met two dimensions
....Love and indifference.
In reality perfection is paralleled...On parchment, mirrored.
Lying in the same plane but never meeting, no matter how far extended.
He can't lift her.
She bends for him and makes beautiful excuses as to why she's lying flat on her back instead of rifting.
He etches freedom songs into her creases and folds, soothes her soul...
And all she's been waiting for is someone to invalidate her.
Challenge her existence...
And see he's satisfied with the philosophy of happiness minus the method.
She is not.
There is nothing more beyond this reality...only above.