My head is full of paper and I dream of folding it all. I want to be like origami. I want to be able to bend and fold, to see what shape I really am. I want to know what I am; a paper crane, a paper tiger, or simply another blank page.
I'm heavy no matter where I am. Sitting, Standing, Sleeping. I'm weighed down by the world. No. I'm weighed down by you. No. I'm weighed down by myself and what I carry with me.
You can lie back And stare at blue sky and white clouds. You can dream of flying up there, in the air. But it's just a dream. No one has wings. No one can fly. We're all stuck here on the ground.
She runs her hand up and down my spine. The room is silent But she makes music. She plays my body, strumming my vertebrae like a harp. She sends shivers down my back, and leaves me with ringing in my ears.
My body is a sheet of paper. Fold me, crumple me up, and throw me away. I am flat and pristine, but maybe I could be more. Imagine, my body made of ten thousand paper cranes. I can become origami shaped like a human being.