Orange paper, flat and crisp,
folded tight, edges bent.
A paper balloon on my desk,
remnants of a class once had.
Lost are the notes, the lectures, the knowledge,
but the balloon sits here still.
Enduring through everything,
brightening the mess piled before me.
Thought lost, I almost cried when I found it.
Now found, I dont know what to do,
it reminds me of a time when things werent what they are now.