Perfect Paper Airplane

Here i stand with this letter in my hand,
My eyes scan these words of sorrrow once again;
These words hit me hard and i lose my breathe again.
"...you will walk this world alone."
I finish reading it again, fold the horid letter into a
Perfect Little Airplane;
and let it fly with the wind into the depts of darkness that i made for myself.
I walk these dark streets with the lights of lamps illuminating from the houses sorrunding me.
Seeing the families inside happy and all their joyous laughter feeling the air,
I cant help but wonder where i go from here??
Finally after walking lonely in the dark,
I look across the city and the lights it projects into the crisp night air, and as i look up into the stars that by now are already dead,
I take a step forward.
Thinking of everything, knowing i will never leave up to expectations of anyone,
Another step.
There are no voices but my own as i beat myself down,
Another step.
i reach the edge of this over look and i stare down to the bottom;
And as i take my last breathes, i see it all plain and clear, everything i did.
One last step...
And i was flying through the air,
Like a Perfect Paper Airplane.

(C)

~S. Lucas Lloyd~