
... walked me thinking that the computer stolen in silence instead of pens and pencils ... I fooled with its amenities, with access to distant worlds and people from other places, but was colored card stock, scissors, school and blank pages ...
... was also touch of a pen as she watered ink on white paper ...
... and despite having lost those things, not really miss ... so if I miss is that corner in my house sit through spending time to think a thousand things that come and go, and when you wake up after a while, you see the blank pages filled with words and scribbles ...