“I am the paper between two colliding rocks but I won’t tear so easily.”
You’ll wrinkle and crease but you’ll stay whole, with exposed lines of weaknesses.
“They linger with the permanence of tattoos and no one knows how to iron them out.”
So this piece of paper stays lodged in between, neither crushed nor shredded, inked with dirt and scabbed with hurt.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 9:54 AM UTC
“I am the paper between two colliding rocks but I won’t tear so easily.”
You’ll wrinkle and crease but you’ll stay whole, with exposed lines of weaknesses.
“They linger with the permanence of tattoos and no one knows how to iron them out.”
So this piece of paper stays lodged in between, neither crushed nor shredded, inked with dirt and scabbed with hurt.
