Sometimes when she is stressed, she cuts paper.  Loads of them.  Funny shapes, ‘funny’ in the sense of ‘bizarre’, not funny ‘haha’.  Strangely comforting is that sound, that of scissors’ blades cutting through a piece of paper, soothing a hyperactive brain and maybe even disturbingly addictive.

Cut cut cut.   Shape Shape Shape.  Cut Shape Cut.

This life you cannot cut and shape as you please.  But this piece of paper?  Sure.


2 Comments on “#14”

  1. radicalblackrose says:


  2. bansuri says:

    think so?the writing in purple is starting to give me a headache, but i like the header! =)

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