Violins play whilst the frail paper girl sits on a bench

The London fog surrounds her

Her face an alarming shade of white

A sombre melody comes from the violins

Her mind is spinning from left to right to up to down

All the thoughts she has ever thought come together as one

They confront her and speak to her

They tell her to stop creating more dreams than she can fulfil

They tell her to chase the dreams she started with

The frail paper girl has a vivid imagination, full of hope, longing, love and loss

She sees more of what is behind her eyelids than she does of what’s in front

Piano’s sound now

This sombre melody tells the story of her life

She sighs a heavy sigh

She wonders if what she dreams of could ever be possible

She knows that this isn’t true because a lot of the time

frail paper girl dreams of impossible things

dreaming keeps her alive

Her brain is the only solid thing about her

Bursting at the seams with all the ideas and visions she has

Whilst the rest of her, is flimsy and non existent

Frail paper girl rises from her seat and floats in to the fog

And with that

the sombre melody stops