While walking on the beach searching for treasures, i found a pencil. An ordinary, yellow pencil that has most likey been used in a school. The tip was broken and it was partially covered with sand and among rocks.
First i walked by it, but then i got to thinking.
For some a pencil is a treasure.
For some a pencil is a mystery.
But a pencil is also much more. You can du so much with a pencil and a piece of paper.
You can state love, breake up and make up.
Writing with pencils have started and ended wars.
It can change someones life.
It can make a difference, all the difference at times.