they say
make like a tree and grow

but I don't know how to stay planted
I don't know 
how
to capture the rain
and let it soak my feet

and

I dont know why I always choose paper
when scissors are so much sharper,
and rocks 
are easier to chaffer.

why blades 
can kill *and* 
save lives,
why
stone throws 
build homes 

and
"why" means nothing
in the grand GRAND scheme of things

but I still choose paper.

and I think that rocks are sadists.
that scissors lay wager.
that I'm always safe
with paper.

it cuts 
but never deep enough to remember.
it holds things
like
thoughts and ideas that don't matter

letters just rearranged
to form fog around your brain
and there's always 
something in the mist

but I still feel safest with paper.

and I think that says

I couldn't stab you if I wanted to.
that
I'd rather it be me
then,
you.
but in a selfish way
because I live for feeling.
and I'm never done having my serving.

so I fell in love with paper.

#GreenEyedGorgon