
Me and the pencil.
I love the pencil. He’s my best friend when things get hard and I am at lost at what is supposed to be interesting in class. He’s an “almost” when I need him, an outlet of creativity, and sometimes even boredom. Creative boredom.
But lately Mr. Pencil is giving me a cold shoulder as my mind of fantasies of different worlds and characters… go hither. Why must he be so distant? It frustrates me if this dilemma become a bigger one.
Or is it my problem? Maybe what Mr. Pencil was saying to me months back was true. My lack of dedication is lacking, which is resulting in the lack of art. (LOL).
And I imagine he must be laughing at me in my self-frustration, as he watches me be consoled by the ever-kind Mr. Word. He has been far kinder and generous with me lately.
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Why must I be so…
silly?
LOL. Just something I brewed up right now. I am bored and decided to entertain myself by explaining my dilemma in some funny words. Hope it amuses you like it does me. :J