Paper Cuts, the dangers of a loose leaf
by Charlotte E. Wilde
I folded the page and then I folded it again. Something about all that blank space felt daunting, impossible. You’ll work up to it, I thought, one day you’ll stare at that expanse of paper and all you’ll see is possibility.
Today isn’t that day, but who knows how I’ll feel about tomorrow. Today I need something manageable, a tighter frame for my mistakes.
I folded the page one more time for good measure, licked the crease and cut my mind down to size.