Pencil and Paper

Sharp pencil crawls across the page leaving a trail of words that form an image for those who can think, and have retained an imagination. Paper records in a digital age, I do so because it feel right, more real then just letters on a screen, something about physical action is natural to how I think and want to share eventually if ever. Now this is written I am planning to type it up and post it to my Blog.

Water flows across my view
Drips down the pane of glass
Flashes of light as car and thunder pass
seeing the cold and wet world
start reminder of what is out there
nature and man not caring for the single life that is me.