Paper boat

It could have remained the piece of paper that it was. Clean, smooth, lifeless, blank.

It could have lain there till someone came along and claimed it as his own. Or till someone crumpled it up, crushed it into a ball and threw it into a bin. Either after filling it up with the story of his life or using it to clean up bird droppings from the floor.

But the conversations that we created and the moments that we denied ourselves started to change the shape of that single piece of paper.

And in those everyday games of you and I and us and them, we started to build it into a paper boat. Like a pair of restless children on a crazy summer day, we set it out to sail. Hoping it would work just like the real thing. Hoping it would find its way across the world and then back home. Hoping it would last a long time, as long as we wished it to, as long as we were lucky. And it did.

Until the rain came down.

Forgive me, K. I've lost my will to fight.