Notebooks on hooks,
hanging words with a pushpin,
paper and the trapped thoughts it took,
crevices of ink formed by the pen,
tattoos we made when we were young,
imprints on the skin of a tree,
breathing eraser dust into my lungs,
all for someone to read these symbols,
and for one person to feel a moment of glee.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 3:17 PM UTC
Notebooks on hooks,
hanging words with a pushpin,
paper and the trapped thoughts it took,
crevices of ink formed by the pen,
tattoos we made when we were young,
imprints on the skin of a tree,
breathing eraser dust into my lungs,
all for someone to read these symbols,
and for one person to feel a moment of glee.
Metaphors illuminating the joys of writing. Daydreams in class.
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