"Mama always told me not to look into sights of the sun,
But Mama, that's where the fun is."
You've seen us soaring above, wondered if you could ever join us. Our name is a parental caution, making us more delicious. Some say all we do is fly around all day and all night, but if you could fly, what would you do?
Unlike Peter Pan and his effete cohorts we know we will grow old, so every day we fly higher, try to touch the sun. Those who succeed die young and gorgeous, plummet tremendously, powerfully. For the rest, we know one day we will be too old and weak to fly, there will be a time to walk the earth again.
Of course we are afraid. Being a Flying Boy is against all the laws of nature, and nature will track down and kill her outlaws. Facing fear with style is what makes us beautiful.
We are few. If we didn't exist someone would invent us. We are living dreams.
We are the Flying Boys.