December 2011
82 posts
PENCIL AND ERASER.
PENCIL: You know, I'm really sorry
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
PENCIL: I'm sorry, because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you are always there to erase it. But as you make my mistake vanish, you lose a part of yourself.You get smaller and smaller every time.
Eraser: That's true, but I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though, one of this day, I know I'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one. I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad. ;)
