how big of a fool was i
to start painting with my own dreams
broken dreams
and unthinkable dreams
how big of a fool was i
to start crafting with my own dreams
creasing and folding
paper cutting my own heart
to only end up with a paper airplane
that you once threw to see it fly and touch the sky
but
only from the heart can you touch and feel the sky

-Aracely Acosta