I AM A paper bag.

October 14, 2009 at 7:02 am (Uncategorized)

Things are whirling past me, day begins , day ends. Coffe cups, bus tickets and tissues.

I am not growing.

I am a recycled Paper bag. They change my color, my texture, my essence… according to what THEY want.

I am no longer ME.

I Exist without knowing my being.

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