my pencil
it’s the key to my inner world
my world so vast, full to its capacity
but somehow, always room for more
inside of me, it’s intricate, unique
so much happening within
if only for itself, my mind could speak
so many questions, with many possibilities
all sorts of...
my world so vast, full to its capacity
but somehow, always room for more
inside of me, it’s intricate, unique
so much happening within
if only for itself, my mind could speak
so many questions, with many possibilities
all sorts of...