Origami Heart

One day I took a piece out of my soul. I folded the left-side-rationality right into the unaware and turned it upside down. Today whenever I am on the edge, I spread my paper-wings and write: As long as you don’t tear it apart, I have an origami heart.

First time I fell in love I sacrificed a special gift: My heart made out of solid stone and jeweled with my pride. Now all that’s left inside is the paper that was wrapped around the heart that once was mine.

One day I took a piece out of my soul {…}
Today whenever I am on the edge, a thousand cranes remind me that: As long as you don’t tear it apart, I have an origami heart.

For years I told myself: None on this world must ever know that I have lost the only thing another man would love. So, I hid day by day the wrapping-paper that was creased to form a heart shaped box.

One day I took a piece out of my soul {…}
Today whenever I am on the edge, I read the letter addressed to myself.

I read the letter I addressed myself. And as long as you don’t tear it apart, I have an origami heart.

Time can’t heal what lasts but we progress before we burn. The paper-box inside myself has started to expand. Now I know that one day it will have formed a paper-heart colored with my strength.

One day I took a piece out of my soul {…}
Today whenever I am on the edge, I spread my paper-wings and write: As long as you don’t tear it apart, I have an origami heart.

Text von: Kathrina s. East, Feuerwicht

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