paper shards raining from the skies,
swinging on in a million colors and their hues.
paper dreams of people float around,
lines in black pencil hues of hidden dreams and desires,
messing with the masks in everyday heads,
a game of hide and seek with what the heart seeks.

moments of sweetness hung in chains of insensitivity,
like rays of light through the dark clouds,
in bits and pieces, like the rain of paper shards,
in layer of graphite black, the fate of a million seconds of life,
all twist in spirals of their own, the paper shards in the air.