I keep thinking that if I don’t pick up my pencil shavings, you’ll never be able to forget about me. Even if you always clean up the mess, the smell will seep into your skull; so much so, that every time you touch a pencil, it will remind you - of how you were always cleaning up my messes, and of how I was always writing about you.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
I keep thinking that if I don’t pick up my pencil shavings, you’ll never be able to forget about me. Even if you always clean up the mess, the smell will seep into your skull; so much so, that every time you touch a pencil, it will remind you - of how you were always cleaning up my messes, and of how I was always writing about you.