Sometimes I Write Poems, Sometimes I Write Songs

34. My Small, Paper Dragon

Origami is really cool, isn't it?

I mean, who could look at a folded masterpiece and not think it was the coolest thing ever?

I met a small paper dragon a while ago.

I named him Doubt.

I adopted him.

He looked so sad and pathetic, sitting there, alone, waiting for someone to find him.

So I let him into my home.

I let him in.

In most stories, dragons can grow to be huge, some the size of mountains.

My friend began to grow almost as soon as I started nursing him, trying to help him regain strength.

He grew.

And he grew.

And he grew.

He outgrew my house.

He outgrew me.

Soon everything started to turn into paper.

Everything crumpled so easily after that.

Sometimes the paper would uncrumple, go back to how it was, but the creases were still there.

It's amazing to think of how one small dragon could change all of this.

I don't hate Doubt.

I love him to death.

We're best friends, he teaches me things sometimes that no one else can.

He's so intelligent that it can't be his fault for my life to turn to paper.

After all, he's paper too, so it really can't be that bad of a thing.

It's a shame.

I don't think I can afford to take care of him any longer, but I'm just too attached to let him go.