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
if the wind 
that pulled the rushes
(and made them bob)
was stronger,
we’d no longer
have to stand
by the river’s edge
and pretend,
instead,
reaching up
to the clouds,
with open
eyes,
we’d ascend.

if the wind 

that pulled the rushes

(and made them bob)

was stronger,

we’d no longer

have to stand

by the river’s edge

and pretend,

instead,

reaching up

to the clouds,

with open

eyes,

we’d ascend.

(Source: wearedeadpaper.tumbr.com)