PAPER PLANES

                                       “Doesn’t it feel good to fly as high and weigh as light as a paper plane?” 

Her mind was always something extraordinary. It was something an organized mind couldn’t read, but a crazy mind could. It was something a matured soul would judge, but a childish one would cherish and appreciate.

            She was a genius in her own unique and genuine ways, but she couldn’t just possibly see what I could.