Your origami snapper came along tucked into my wallet things like that don't travel well but I managed they suffered a lesion to the spine snappers are apparently weak there maybe we can work on growing a backbone together
handmade gifts mean the most less, when it was made in whimsy and flimsy more, because it gave me false hope maybe it's a sign like a uke-playing octopus maybe friendship is all I need right now your origami snapper is a great listener
It sits on my desk Either mocking or pondering, I can’t tell Snappers are hard to read that way Maybe if we showed more emotion you’d notice
but action requires reaction and somehow the origami rose I made forgot it’s origami thorns But there could be blood on my hands From a beautiful friendship I so recklessly slaughter pulling up roots like weeds adding wistful thinking to inimitable memories
A uke-playing octopus is a memory and metaphor for the first time I ever flirted with someone — it seemed relevant