Dead Paper

"My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
And yet they seem alive and quivering..."

*all collages and poems are original works by Dead Paper



Forward
Backward
stars are delicate,
we both know that,
like hearts
or glass jars
filled to the brim
with dreams
and wishes
and lost prayers,
caught
but still alive,
still breathing,
each a story,
a secret,
and if we listen,
if we stand here quietly
and don’t breathe,
we might hear them
whispering.

stars are delicate,

we both know that,

like hearts

or glass jars

filled to the brim

with dreams

and wishes

and lost prayers,

caught

but still alive,

still breathing,

each a story,

a secret,

and if we listen,

if we stand here quietly

and don’t breathe,

we might hear them

whispering.