The pencil

On my way to see my shrink and on the M4 bus that could have taken me all the way up to the monastery, this lady got a call.

Her children fighting over a pencil.

The younger daughter wanted that pencil.

The older one argued not letting go of the pencil.

A whole lot of cell minutes on that pencil.

One single used pencil....

I thought...

There was a point in my life when a pencil would make me happy...

There was also a point of my life when I could be that little girl... with a pencil to meet my desires and needs.

Wouldn't it be so wonderful to regain that simple heart?

A whole story about a pencil from end to start?

My eyes open; I thought only of the pencil and nothing more than that pencil...

Pencil I thought

Pencil-- the only thought

That's how I saw only my shrink today

For that pencil, I missed my bus stop. 8-O lol