Thursday, June 13, 2013

The Pencil Scratching Paper



Never have I heard a sound I could not accurately describe – until I met you. Never was there a picture I could not repaint – until I saw what you do with your time. Never in my life has there been a moment I want to remember more – until I realized just how easy it is for you to take away my pan and love me more than I have ever loved myself. And I hope you can forgive me but will never be able to describe you well enough to do you any justice at all.

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