1000 Paper Cranes

Flying over my head. Watching, protecting. A thousand paper cranes waiting to be released into the sea of my imagination. Protecting me from the paper cuts they might give me, by hovering over my head. Just when i think I’ve saw one i wake up to be in my bed. Wondering where they went. I know im not dreaming. They seem so real, So perfect. Their like my own personal angels. Waiting on me to fly with them. One day i will, not only for the fun of it. Nor out of curiosity, but because its my destiny. -Giggles