she said, "i hate Florida, it's such a paper town and i hated being that paper girl"
i understood that quote.
That our world is made up of paper.
the places we go stiff, boring, sheets upon sheets written of what it is.
dictionary definition plain like the white background that we ever so contemplate the day of what it is and what it means,
the sharp edges cut us of what we think it should be and the world around us forming into a beautiful piece of machinery,
origami no matter how beautiful is just another piece of paper who gives paper cuts.
your self sustaining paper girl, ripped off from the tree of life, recycles the ideas of what the world has in mind,
hopefully creating a new form of art,
transforming into the beauty that any paper can be,
society our partner artist throughout time.
no matter what was drawn on the sheets that make up you and me,
we are still paper.
when it rains, we will crumble, and fold, sticking to the ground unable to float to new worlds,
and become new things.
the art that once was,will disappear under the heavy droplets, and screaming skies that flash before us what we should be.
as soon as pressure pulls from both sides we will tear into pieces for use by the people we love most.
it's your decision to dry off and be a puppet, or dry off and be the art you wish to see.
