then i found this little one. impossible to fly.

impossibly sad, sad in the only way of impossible things.
 

 impossible, yeah, that's how it feels, i mean it is, it's just...impossible.

 impossible, made to fly, and flying impossible.

impossible. waited for my wings to dry, and they dried useless, impossibly. now i just wait to die.

 oh, impossible, i feel it too.

 i wish i could help, helpless, here we are both helpless, needing help, needing to help.

but listen, you have a friend, you have a friend in this world. maybe this is just a passage between worlds. we really don't know much of anything these days. maybe you can call me. hmm, maybe i did.

if i could do magic, i would straighten your wings. i would moisten and press them gently between the smooth pages of little books.
i'm sorry. it's painful to dream.
impossible. 

impossible. well, it's good to know, if it were possible, you would.