We are like fresh printer paper
starting our lives through the foundation of a deeply rooted tree
We descend from it in cascading sheets
A soft, smooth surface
a blank canvas
Then, as we move
fluidly off our stagnating tray
We are susceptible to
deep creases and folds
the cuts of a careless world
Our corners curl and cowered beneath it
is our wide eyed naivety
Once worn, scribbled on, and torn
it is difficult to revive the purity
of our open, empty horizon
The you who is you
becomes muffled in the graffiti that is me
and we all become one
in the plastic dark
GIF credit: @kitchenghosts on Instagram
