‘maybe one day…’
-I think to myself and I fold the thought into an origami paper heart, and set it afloat on the flat glassy water’s surface. The water reflects the stars and the last fringe of pale purple on the torn edge of the horizon; gently carrying the vast velvet black behemoth sky on its shoulders. I am folded down to knees and elbows in dark silver sand. On the edge of the water, my hands are wet. I exhale and the air leaves my lungs, propelling my folded secret hope into a delicate drift; a path that I no longer have any control over. Somehow, it feels right to give up control.
