Pencil and Paper.

July 30, 2013

Once just a boy

Wretched beast against the foul Earth

Entered a coffee shop, when I was but a cloud of a man

No thoughts, hush hush, chop chop, then

Pencil and paper, whispered to each other

Thoughts, otherwise mist in the rain, spoke back to me

Words became art, and I knew that one day

I wouldn’t be just

A boy.

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