Leaving Paper Cuts

Papers slicing through the night, cutting memories in two, filling up the emptiness of space and time, never adding anything to life. Only throwing it away, in dumpsters of our minds, always pretending to know what life is about, turning somersaults, lifting sorrow up off of sidewalks, put there by laughter's mirth. Walking always into danger, not caring about what is near at hand, forever falling, getting in the way. Papers slicing through the night, leaving paper cuts in each memory remembered tonight.