before poetry for the people started yesterday, i was printing my poems out with a friend. by accident, one of the sheets printed off blank. naturally, i picked it up and was going to make something with it. i can't believe i almost forgot how to fold a paper airplane. now there are several things that i wanted to do with the airplane such as go to the 5th floor of eshlman, write an affirmation, and fly it off and hopefully someone would pick it up. however, that didn't happen. instead, i ended up making the airplane into a butterfly.
there are way to many things ruminating in the gray matter floating in the hard bones of that make up my dome. counseling always helps fortunately. too bad i can't be like this plane and fly somewhere without these issues.