Pencils

I don't like mechanical pencils.
I like sharpening my wood-lead pencils. I like waiting for them to go blunt so i can sharpen them again.

I'm a drop of coffee

I’m a drop of coffee fallen from the mug of abundance, with the alacrity and resolve of an arrow left a bow, on to a piece of paper, plopped patiently, breaking down resistance, seeping into each fibre slowly, persistently, permeating in every direction palpable, strained pale until every grain of the paper is imbibed in my essence eternally, submissive and changed.