Paper Airplanes (2)

We fold paper airplanes and compete to see which one flies the farthest. We swing our arms and push them high into the sky. They catch the wind and drift through the air. Everyone wishes they could fly forever, like doves. If I were in a paper airplane, the clouds might look like graffiti drawn in the sky. I want to chase the wind and plunge into the blue of the sky. I pick up the paper airplane that has fallen to the ground and throw it again. It gets tattered from repeated throwing. But I keep throwing it, carrying the same feelings forever.