_aangelwithoutwingss

Hi , I just want to share a short piece, I created.
          	
          	=°=
          	
          	A  paper plane from  to the ,
          	
          	I'm not a fan of origami, nor I know how to do one, but here I am, admiring the paper planes. 
          	
          	I watched how these arts fly to the sky, dancing in the wind, and twirling in certain directions fate can design.
          	
          	I'm envious that it doesn't have to think which path should be taken, which is right, and which leads the answer to questions that no one asked, but my mind did.
          	
          	Paper planes are kid's toys, a child work, a playful art that kisses happiness to someone's heart.
          	
          	It reminds me of my youth, I confidently scattered trying to chase things that I thought would make me happy, but it built a gap instead. 
          	
          	I learned to fold it intrinsically, slowly, carefully, and no one cares about the words inked in every piece.
          	
          	Collecting all the guilts and mistakes that wake me up in 3 am, I hope to erase the thoughts through writing it in a paper.
          	
          	Written in papers fancied in different colors was unspoken feelings buried under my sweet smiles.
          	
          	No one knows what kind of loads you hide until you let it flow in the wind.
          	
          	It's easy to do, and it lifted a heavy baggage, bringing genuine peace amidst the storms inside my head.
          	
          	I yearned that these art pieces could reach the sky, the moon, and even the void that galaxies hold.
          	
          	Through this I no longer have to shout to be heard, or became a dictionary to be understood, it served me a voice echoed from earth to the moon, and to the moon back to my heart.

_aangelwithoutwingss

@shengxgnehs thank you for your kind words po.
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veeenom

@shengxgnehs Your message made me teary-eyed! It’s so nostalgic and reminds me of the simplicity of childhood, where the biggest concern was just folding a paper plane and letting it soar. Just like those paper planes, I know we have to be prepared for takeoff and be ready for the different landings along the way. Unlike an actual airplane, we can’t always control the journey, but we can enjoy the ride. Thank you for evoking such heartfelt memories and reflections. ❤️
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Fiorella_queen

Hi shengxgnehs, I'm Fiorella. I recently published a story titled 'The Prince's Secret Flame,' and I'd really appreciate it if you could give it a read when you have some time.
          
           Here's the link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/375441739?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Fiorella_queen. 
          
          I'd love to hear what you think if you get a chance. Thanks so much!"

_aangelwithoutwingss

@Fiorella_queen sure! I'll read it
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_aangelwithoutwingss

Hi , I just want to share a short piece, I created.
          
          =°=
          
          A  paper plane from  to the ,
          
          I'm not a fan of origami, nor I know how to do one, but here I am, admiring the paper planes. 
          
          I watched how these arts fly to the sky, dancing in the wind, and twirling in certain directions fate can design.
          
          I'm envious that it doesn't have to think which path should be taken, which is right, and which leads the answer to questions that no one asked, but my mind did.
          
          Paper planes are kid's toys, a child work, a playful art that kisses happiness to someone's heart.
          
          It reminds me of my youth, I confidently scattered trying to chase things that I thought would make me happy, but it built a gap instead. 
          
          I learned to fold it intrinsically, slowly, carefully, and no one cares about the words inked in every piece.
          
          Collecting all the guilts and mistakes that wake me up in 3 am, I hope to erase the thoughts through writing it in a paper.
          
          Written in papers fancied in different colors was unspoken feelings buried under my sweet smiles.
          
          No one knows what kind of loads you hide until you let it flow in the wind.
          
          It's easy to do, and it lifted a heavy baggage, bringing genuine peace amidst the storms inside my head.
          
          I yearned that these art pieces could reach the sky, the moon, and even the void that galaxies hold.
          
          Through this I no longer have to shout to be heard, or became a dictionary to be understood, it served me a voice echoed from earth to the moon, and to the moon back to my heart.

_aangelwithoutwingss

@shengxgnehs thank you for your kind words po.
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veeenom

@shengxgnehs Your message made me teary-eyed! It’s so nostalgic and reminds me of the simplicity of childhood, where the biggest concern was just folding a paper plane and letting it soar. Just like those paper planes, I know we have to be prepared for takeoff and be ready for the different landings along the way. Unlike an actual airplane, we can’t always control the journey, but we can enjoy the ride. Thank you for evoking such heartfelt memories and reflections. ❤️
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