Plato was an Every Day Joe

The fig tree garners a leaf we can see. Greek was your past infinity. Some beings we see, and some are backed against a wall vampirically. You are the perfect fig for a quagmire this big. I do not regress, I wish you success. I find you here about to slip down the drainage pipe and I grab you and introduce you to a paper boat that might float when your "sins" are made known to a society that only lies and betrays. You are prepared like an astronaut burrowing to the center of the earth. YOU ARE worth it. Be a baby only for the branch, otherwise stand tall in all eternities. We sleep in a bed so small you swear that it is a bassonet. I will remain here for infinity today until you are ready for me to move on my way.