I watched the pencil shavings spew out of the sharpener like little woody sentences.
I miss pencil shavings. I remember a small me peering at shavings with great curiosity. Like every other child, I would try and get the longest shaving possible, turning the pencil with great care inside the sharpener. It used to be so important back then.
Pencil shavings reminded me of a simpler childlike me. That is why I miss them.
…and that’s a wrap on the NaBloPoMo, folks.