Something is there, I'm not sure what, but its there.
As close as we can get, its not close enough.
We are all just paper people until we can fold together,
but folding means leaving a crease.
Many creases is not bad, it just means you were brave enough to fold into people to become part of a whole.
If only I was that strong, my paper is flat, only a few dog ears.

I love people with creases.

Maybe someday I'll fold and find that something I search for.
Meanwhile I lay here blank and flat, ready to be crumpled.