Like a fresh sheet of paper, it was full of potential.

It could have been drawn on, with effort and an intention and end in mind.
There wasn’t an end. Who was in the right position to define an end, anyway?

It could have been folded, like origami. Detailed, intricate, beautiful. Every fold made to perfection.

It could have been easily crushed, thrown away, forgotten.

It’s just the beginning though - the draft. Everything is written with a pencil. 
But, not everything can be erased.
Not everything should be erased.