[attempted poetry]

i traced my hand on a sheet of paper. in return i was given a thinly, lined bird.
it's flaps sounded like paper cuts. it flew around like a paper plane with a more planed direction.
soon it left. to see the world. but burned under harsh beams of the sun.
i walked outside and could feel it's weight. like standing under a crashing building.
i took a sip of tea. stared off in the bare distance and could see rain clouds screaming.
even the couds collapsed here. steady we go.