Paperplane Moments

It felt like I was flying in the sky. 

Everything was so beautiful. So magical.

And I let myself believe that this was gonna last forever.

A twirl of thrill. A piece of heaven.

Until I came crashing down into the ground.

Just a piece of paper, now.

You know the feeling, when you come across a moment in your life which is too perfect to be true. The moment that you're too scared to loose. And you wish that you could just stop the time. Stop the world and capture it in a way that you can always go back and relive it over and over again. I love those moments.

 But I hate the fact that they are so short lived. I hate that they have to come to an end and leave me with picture-perfect but broken memories. I wonder how something so good can end so quickly. Its like making a sand castle and knowing that the salty sea waves will ultimately wash it away. And the worst part is that there is nothing you can do. I wish I could stop the moment when they are about to end and just hit rewind.

So I feel like a paper plane flying high, lost in a perfect paper plane moment. And just when I begin to believe that this will last forever, I come crashing down, headfirst into the  harsh realities of the ground. The pain of knowing that I cant stop time and hit rewind kills the beauty that I felt. Sometimes I wish that I could just dream of these moments and play them on the back of my eyelids and savor them.

But this is the reality. Every paper plane crashes. It hits the ground and looses itself to the gravity. But somebody once said that- 'don't be sad that it ended. Just be happy that it happened.'

So I'm guessing that crashing into the ground is worth the short flight into the sky.So I think its worth being a paper plane sometimes.