Writing

by **Jesus4Eternity** 8/21/2009, 9:06 pm

Maturity: None.
Fantasy: Idea of a wand, but not really...

Writing

The pencil brushes the paper,
making a light scraching sound.
I smile,
watching the words flow out onto paper.

They are like water,
smooth, simple, silent.

I express myself through the paper,
leting the pen take control.
Endless words come out,
telling everything, saying nothing.

The pencil continues to run
effortlessly over the page,
words appearing
as if I waved a magic wand.

I don't think,
I don't listen,
I just let the pencil take control.

My hand contiues to move of it's own accord.

As I write the last florish,
I smile.
The pencil has done it's job.