i feel like a paperbag. an ugly, brown, cheap paper bag.

sure, paper bags are useful. they carry whatever you put in them until the load is just too much - and then they break. and then you think, 'oh, useless paperbag, why do you break?'you never think that perhaps the paperbag has its limits. and after that, paperbags are just disposed of by whoever it was that was using it/using me.

paperbags are blown up easily, puffed up by hot air till they inflate. and then you think the paperbag is quite happy, floating above everyone else - but paperbags are more easily crushed than inflated. you blow it up and you crush it and then you repeat the process a few times for the purpose of amusing yourself. the paperbag is at the mercy of your fist. it provides you good entertainment. and once it is too battered by the crushing - so much so that it can't inflate anymore when you breathe into it - you simply throw it away/throw me away. and you think again, 'oh, useless paperbag, why do you break?'

yes, that's me - disposable, worthless and perishable.

+ posted by M @ 10:28 AM