your fate decided?
i saw you take one of my birds home. did you look inside? did it make you think of me? i am the boy who sits behind you. i am silent too. will you keep it in your room? did you know it was all for you? the birds, the notes, were all for you. this is for you.
i folded notes into yellow paper cranes. it's something i do with letters never sent. feelings kept inside with sharp edges folded and tucked. write, fold, fly.
i left them in all my classes, everyday, on desks, in the lunch room, on the bus, i hung them in trees. hundreds maybe 