Writing with a pencil is distracting. I have to slow my thoughts down to the speed of a 7 year-old reading aloud. Then again, I wouldn't have the backspace button to hit repeatedly to have words deleted, perhaps more so of what actually survives the wayward blinking line. Pick your poison, literature. The eraser or simply vanishing? In human analogy, I'm guessing the eraser is more brutal. And alas, an unforeseen variable - lead, or the lack of it. I ran out of it. The journey of the penned words - what a tragic ending!
This is what happens when I get very bored and there's paper lying around. It's like doodling, but only strings of words get drawn instead of flowers or characters from a book.
Sometimes you ask yourself, "Why can't I write poems?" --Okay, so nobody asks themselves that question. But this is a very suitable situation to ask yourself that.
- Fire ninja out.
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