The Disguised Poet

New York City NY

Description

I stood on a rooftop with a little paper airplane dressed in my desires. I imagined it flying across the New York sky to you. Do we even really know each other, you and I? Or are you just a spec of the fleeting finite? What a fool am I to the dissolving love affair I hold between my hands (no match to a feeling ocean). I shall meet you once again. I know it.