Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Crumpled Paper

Crumpled pieces of paper on the floor. They end up being tossed into a trashcan. Not recycled for future use, just thrown away; like they’re meaningless. And on those pieces of paper are thoughts, ideas, dreams, passions, wants, need, encouragement, words. Each ink spot, scratch out, eraser mark means something. And even if they seem pointless, we could need them someday.

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