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
sometimes we’d surrender
to gravity. legs weary, feet worn,
sitting on curbs as cars passed
and the world continued to turn. 
it was in vulnerability, in the quiet
moments that we were strongest.

sometimes we’d surrender

to gravity. legs weary, feet worn,

sitting on curbs as cars passed

and the world continued to turn. 

it was in vulnerability, in the quiet

moments that we were strongest.