Paper boats

I watched it float along the muddy stream that had just formed outside my gate. I watched it rotate in a circle. I watched as the structure became weaker with every drop that seeped through the paper. It didn’t break. It just faltered. Like me, It didn’t break. I watched it slowly move down the little stream as the cold drops of rain touched my head and soaked my bones. It felt good. I felt alive. and revived. The same feeling you gave me when you kissed me. Just as the rain quenched my thirst and drenched my lips, I remembered your lips. Your kiss.

I didn’t write this for you. No. I’m being selfish. I wrote this for me. Just me.

I’m content. I have you around my fingers. And I’m finally alive.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow