“I watched as he ignored the world and focused on his hands. He creased a simple paper plane and dreamt of other lands. I watched him reach to throw that plane into the open sky. A passing breeze upheld its wings and made the paper fly. I watched a pleasant smile control his lips throughout the flight, until the little paper plane had floated out of sight. I hoped to see him chase the plane into the light of day. Instead, he creased another one and threw it too away.” PoetryPoetPoemRichelle GoodrichRichelle E GoodrichPaper Plane Book:Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year Source: Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year