Scarry Night

When I tilt my head back,

and take a peek into the world,

I can see it.

The colors.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, 

and purple.

A line of them, slightly curved at the ends.

What I see in the future is a world.

A world that will never be forgotten,

a world that will never lose its charm,

a world where people live,

a world that will hopefully go unharmed.

A pencil is a tool for writing and drawing.

Simply an object in which it can make marks on paper.

No, it must be more.

Nothing can have that little meaning.

Ah, I see.

Pencils don't just draw,

Have you ever heard one of Vermont's orchestras?

I have. 

It is an absolutely wonderful experience.

To be able to hear the music that is played for us.

The intensifying rumbles of the timpani,

I live in a house.

A cozy, comfortable house.

But it's actually not one.

It's a home. 

A home where mountains of memories were created,

a home where a family lives together,

Am I worthy of your trust?

Am I worthy of your honesty?

Am I worthy of your selflessness?

Your kindness?

Your unselfishness?

If I am not, what can I do?

What can I do to gain your wisdom?