A simple white paper. Blank. undisturbed. Innocent. It has the potential to be destroyed. Or the potential to show the world something beautiful. Your hands have the ability to make this paper special, give it purpose. And when the day is done, your left with either a disaster, or a work of art. Some paper is small, some are square, some are blue. Regardless, there still paper. Everyone has a paper, it's up to you what you choose to do with it.
But if the paper rips, if the paper Is burned, or torn to bits. You have no one else to blame but yourself. It was your own hands that made it so.
YOU ARE READING
Paper Cranes
RandomJames fafinski is skisophrenic, but after a run in with fame, love, and friendship, he faces himself in the ultimate decision, to live, or to die.
