Paper Airplane
A poem
I whispered a secret into my open hand, held it delicately, and folded it into the shape of a paper airplane. I launched it into the night sky far from familiar ears, far from my restless heart, bound for the nearest black hole.
To me this feels like a great expression of how a humble confession can make the guilt of a secret disappear into oblivion silently but quickly. Soft yet still powerful.
Love this!!