I sat in a dusty room

I carry this chunk of white paper around, and place it where I go and be happy. And at where, I place it's paper will live it's life time. The paper will decay as my happiness of there wane. aww but everything wanes....everything... if it's slow or fast.. if you think it's not changing, it's just too slow for you to see.... and with everyday I try to leave white paper as much as I can.... and especially the places ...where the white paper has turned yellow...turned to black..and to ash. you see the white paper I leave will wane in time...turning from white to yellow to black and slowly to ashes...And be blown away by them. they whom sit at places where the paper is turning...waiting for them to be turning from white to yellow and waiting till they are ashes and they who waits shall blow these ashes away...ah, I need to get to those paper that yellow and turning to ashes and try to be happy there again , for the same reason and thus I can put a white paper there.... sometimes I can . if he blows the ashes before me.. I will lose that happiness forever.