I was vivacious to start a new poem (for I angst-write, meaning that whenever I feel mortally wronged by some injustice in the world, I tend to express my feelings through written word), but the paper was simply blank. I was experiencing a form of writer's block- but even worse: the nullity of the paper frightened me.

I stared at the paper for what seemed like hours on end, when finally I realized that perhaps, I should use this to my advantage: that perhaps, I should write about paper.

So, I did just that.

I wrote a poem about paper- about fear, about unfulfilled promises and fantasies, about the void that engulfs after life. I wrote about fire, and how fire consumes, and how only through welcoming the smoke can paper achieve some sort of permanence, can it get rid of the burning emptiness, the overpowering blank.

Titled "origami", this simple poem hopes to make readers understand that the blankness of life at the beginning can be molded, can be folded into complex designs full of wonder and beauty, much like the ancient Japanese craft itself.