Origami Girl

When you fold a piece of paper, you're essentially changing the memory of that piece

Under the dim light of my desk lamp, I took the square piece of fuchsia paper and laid it on the table. Flipping it over to the reverse blank side, I fished out a pen from the depths of my pencil case. Pen between my fingers, I contemplated writing what I really wanted to relay. My true thoughts. These meaningless feelings. Inhaling deeply, my hand quivered as I tried to control the strokes on the thin sheet of paper.

"Please forget about this." I wrote, in minute handwriting.

I then started to fold the paper up with my clumsy fingers. Over the reverse side I made a crease, over the inverse side I made a crease. I folded a corner, turned a flap inside out. I smoothed out the paper on the table, and finally dared to take a peek at what I had created. The end product I received was a horribly disfigured cherry blossom. Imperfect, ruined and ugly.

Just like my imperfect, ruined, and ugly soul.

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-Cover edited by me-