Joshua Radin - The Bring Me To You

I wrote this February 13, 2006 and I am incredibly in love with it all over again:

i wish i was a piece of paper on the floor. so someone could pickmeup&crumplemeup into a ball. squeeze it tight. so i could be put into the smallest form. i would be the most fragile. but i would be full of sharp edges. the kind that look harmless but can cut you whenever i damn well please. i'd be a tiny ball & i wouldn't be able to move. suppose i did. i'd be torn. but your grasp would keep in place. i want to see everything from the perspective from inside your palm. i want to be minute. i just want to be carried from off the floor. and if i was colorful, the eyes would see me. but suppose i was a plain piece of paper. white and flawless, but then again boring. i wouldn't mind being thrown into the garbage. so more things could be thrown on top of me. and then i'd be surrounded by my kind and then eventually wrapped&tied. but no one would talk and no one would care&thats how it would go for centuries on end. there would be no hate or jealousy. because we're all the same tiny forms of crumpled paper just waiting in a bucket for someone to pickusup&showustheworld. &maybe they'd see our beauty in just being natural. or maybe they'd see our honesty &turn us into something exquisite. they'd draw on us or paint on us. whichever they prefer. and we'd never lie to their face. we'd just be there for their enjoyment & we'd be content with that. oh, to live the life of white trash.