me and my lame story of the paper and the wind i made up while in toilet minding my business

there is this little piece of paper in Gerberland
which was picked up by this gentle wind
the paper recongised it was from Sahima, some 2000 miles away
the wind was just passing by Geberland, for the first time

the paper felt fresh, so it decided to open up itself and let the wind pick it up easily
the more it rode on the wind, the more it feels fresh
then everyday, whenever the wind makes a turn back to Sahima
the paper drops itself and forced itself downward, not allowing any holes on its side
lest being blown by other winds
patiently the paper waited for the wind from Sahima to past by again

storms came, snow came, the paper still refused to budge.
other winds blew, no matter how strong, the paper stayed onto its spot, tightly rooted itself
animals came and threatened to tear it apart, yet amazingly the paper held itself together
the sun was a daily threat, scorching it hot enough to burn
yet the paper lied still, bruised and damaged

it was the magical moment when the Sahima wind passed by
this time it had a burden, some grains of sand was with it
making it feel sick, tired, fatigue
as the sand was heavy

the paper wanted to remove them for the wind
up it stood and let the sand hit on himself trying to setting the wind free,
hoping to relieve the wind of its problems
and made a relishing chance to come close with the wind again
it enjoyed its gentleness, style and enthrallment

the happiness was shortlived
the wind had to go back to Sahima again
the paper returned to its motionless state again
until a chance to jump onto the wind
sometimes it failed, sometimes it succeeded

it tailed the wind one day
a paper trying so hard to keep up with the wind
every move, every effort, every step
just to keep the wind in sight
again, it failed to keep up with the Sahima wind

one day, while the paper was picked up by the wind
they talked as usual
but the wind was unconventionally sending tons of messages through a bird
the paper overheard the messages and asked about the opposite side the bird was sending to
customarily the wind said,'' its my cardboard la!''
that broke the paper's heart

soon the wind left for home Sahima
the paper again dropped itself, torn and tattered
it lost itself all this while
overwhelmed by emotions, it pitied itself of its 'uselessness'
it looked upon its homeland Gerberland far away
because of the pursue of the wind it went so far
it already lost it identity



it longed it never happened at all.
now it wondered the return route to Gerberland
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haha. wad a lame story. oh ya. btw, played soccer today. was seriously satisfied after my hunger for it was filled. ar... i always feel good after a game of soccer. lol. btw, i flunked my chemistry again. man, i gotta buck up quick and fast.