Lined Paper

Late at night,

the only light,

is the glow of a lamp.

The pencil scrambling,

creating,

building.

The mind of that dreamer,

that brave little mind,

that hasn't yet given up.

A piece of them,

shown on paper.

Their soul,

their emotions,

their world.

A snippet,

a part,

all

on

a

little

peice

of

lined

paper.