Mr. Paper walks up to the podium and all eyes immediately begin to search for something or someone, watching the wordless paper as it refuses to speak, eyes eloquent, even as..
Some eyes look at other hands, presumably for the newspaper
Some eyes look away and noses wrinkle in disgust, perhaps smelling the 'toilet paper'?
Some eyes getting wet, looking everywhere for the tissue paper that would help them best
Some ageing eyes going wistful for they once wrote their heart's content on a paper, now weighed down by an adult diaper
Some eyes going blank, with the presumption that their lives are a blank paper, hoping to be filled by others who are happier
Some eyes, with fleeting emotions, looking at trees, for aren't most of the paper made from products of trees?
Some wealthy eyes widen, as if searching for wallets holding the much loved and coveted currency paper
I discern the paper has spoken without speaking, its blankness now filled with every emotion
It slowly saunters away from the podium as the watching eyes go blank, aware that the world will soon go paperless
Thankfully, no one will then say,
"Holy Cow!
The papers have been leaked now."
© nobody