PAPER

PAPER

I am made from the trees, as thin as a hair

I feel the graphite being spread across my body, it is stabbing me like a knife in the side

The harsh erasing when they make a mistake 

The drawing, writing and even the scribbles

When they are done they put me away

I am finally taken out again and ripped in half then I am thrown away 

I was a piece of paper that was drawn and written on, now I'm only a pile of trash

Rio

Alchemist Story

Santiago found sheep at the village cafe, he sold their wool to go to the Egyptian pyramids so that he could find his treasure.  He had to share one tenth of the  treasure that he found with a gypsy that told him where it was.