Graphite
By: Bryan Olson
The way thoughts poured out of me, I knew something big was happening.
A question.
Memories long forgotten and words lost in graphite.
Teaching lessons in the most graphic way possible.
Bound by wire and stiff cardboard
The scent so familiar, with time only grows stronger.
The magic I held in my hands
How clear my visions became.
I still read this token from my past.
Pages full of wisdom I was not aware I possessed.
Flipping through my past brings a certain coolness to my soul
That black notebook and the secrets it still holds.
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