Writer, Artist, Model

Wisdom’s tiny papercuts

I watch the cards fall from the sky, giving me tiny paper cuts as they fall.

They lay my future down.

The fortune teller smiles at me, the type of infinite knowing smirk the Buddha had and say’s “don’t worry child.”

You’ll survive, your tiny cuts will heal into beauty marks

Marks that others who have been cut will recognize, and you will become the people they call wise.

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