The first thing I noticed
Upon seeing our person
Was how frail she looked. 
The second thing I noticed
Upon hearing her sounds 
Was how full she was. 
Full of life and words 
It's not the unbearable lightness of being
It's the unbearable awkwardness of lightness
Trying to remain a feather
Trying to withstand a fierce wind 
While arming yourself with pillows and human parachutes who are strong enough to cradle us and cradle themselves when 
it's the very first thing
you want them to do 
cause
it's the first thing they want to do 
when the wants align 
she's a distressless damsel dressing down less
breaking dams by damning brakes

She signs with the smirk of everything