is this dream too stupid, she thinks

as she folds the paper

she bits the pencil held between her teeth

rolling it around as her nimble fingers expertly folded the paper

before dropping the finished project behind her

adding to the already large collection she had acquired

before picking up the next piece of paper

and she plucked the pencil from between her lips

the pencil already stained red from her lipstick

as she quickly scribbled down something on the paper

before she started to fold that piece as well

pencil back between her lips

rolling around slowly between red-stained lips

it wasn't until late that night

the early morning hours flashing at her from her cellphone

as she creeps out her front door, breath held in her throat

as the door clicks closed behind her, before she's quickly scuttling away

pencil held between ruby-covered lips

as she clutches 3 plastic bags delicately, each filled with folded pieces of paper.

10 minutes later she was in the forest

almost stumbling over roots that were hidden by the almost pitch darkness

if except for the light of the cheese moon, and the lone streetlight in the parking lot, over 250 metres away

as years of traversing these woods finally payed off, she reached the cement bridge

and slowly started to climb the steep steps

gray boots clicking slightly with each step vibrating against the silent forest

as she reaches the top of the bridge, she pauses

and glances upward, staring at the butter moon

surrounded by stars and planes, and Jupiter to the bottom right

occupying herself with glancing up,

she slowly walks to the middle of the bridge, but trips on the old, uneven flooring

one hand reaches out, and catches the railing

but the plastic bags are ripped open

and her projects are deposited to the ground

not stirred by the lack of wind.

she stares at their faint outline in the dark

before she feels tears stirring in her eyes

but she ignores it, squatting downward to pick up her projects

one by one, she picked them up, putting them back in the plastic bags

that have been tied together messily to prevent them from leaving

and the tears won't stop falling

finally she collects them all, and she rubs the base of her palm

against her left eye, feeling the mascara, eyeliner, eyepencil, primer, and eyeshadow

trail against her eye to her temple

she hisses lightly as she steps onto the first step of the railings

the sharp uneven wood and nails digging into her legs

but she ignores in, in favour of pulling out her first project

and bringing it to her lips, she kisses it

and pulls back, pleased with the red lip-stain she left on the top

before rearing her arm back, and pitching it forward

and in the dark highlighted by the night

she watches as the first airplane twinkles

negatively attracted from the stars as it sinks towards the river below

before it finally lands perfectly on top wavering as it is drawn out of sight

from the dark of the night, and the rushing of the river

and she's kissing another before letting it fly

and she's wondering to herself,

will anyone ever find these paper airplanes?

decorated with a kiss on top

and inscribed with a secret

written inside with a pencil that has scarlet lipstick marks on

that was written with an unknown amount of siblings

that are one by one

let out into the world

under the light of the twinkie moon