Assignment 12- Caitlin Southworth

Blank. That’s all I am. Blank, white and crumpled. Nobody cares for me, that’s why I’m here, on the ground, in the middle of nowhere. I once belonged to someone, but alas, I turned out useless. So now I roam from road to road, from town to town; rain or shine, I’ll be moving- as long as the wind is there. I don’t care much for birds; they poke me, move me around, a constant annoyance- am I really that interesting? I guess I should be thankful someone notices me. I have a rather meaningless life now, I once had great potential- I could have been part of a famous artwork, the holdings of a hit song, or simply a letter from a family member. I like to think Blank Space by Taylor Swift was written about me, but no one I encounter believes a word of that. I pass blue and green bins daily, hoping that maybe once, someone will recycle me. A piece of paper can dream, can’t it?