Paper Planes || H.S.

When you were a little boy, you used to play with paper planes. I remember you climbing the near-by tree to see how they soared in the air until they land in the middle of the lake behind your house. We used to spend hours gazing at the sky imagining shapes on the clouds talking about dreams, hopes, everything... We didn't actually have problems at that time and we could keep ourselves in our own world messing around just like the ordinary kids.
However, everything has been changing. Instead of paper planes, now you play with hearts. The young innocent guy is gone and I think he will never come back.