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
“over there,
beyond that peak.”
he said.
“that’s where they live now;
driven away by the world.”
“who?” i asked, confused.
he paused.
and then softly replied, 
“the ones who created love.”

“over there,

beyond that peak.”

he said.

“that’s where they live now;

driven away by the world.”

“who?” i asked, confused.

he paused.

and then softly replied, 

“the ones who created love.”