The Cowardly Pencil

Such a simple thing, a pencil… What a cowardly tool… Easily retracting the things it has said when they no longer suit the occasion… eracing the tracks of the past as easily as one may wipe the tears from their cheeks.

Not so simple however, to obscure the tracks it has left in the mind. Words uttered, be they on the tongue or the tip of a pen, are branded forever behind your eyelids… In the night they will echo ceaselessly around the walls of your brain… Or then again, perhaps they don’t.

Maybe for you it is as easy as giving your head a good shake, like an etch-a-sketch, and you just paint yourself a better picture…


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