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i'm inspired when i'm tired but i'm too tired to write it the way i'd like to i'm just trying to keep my eyes on my own paper this time. i'm a poser and i kno it but i propose we make a toast;) i forget the details or they forget me i forget i forgot it's ok. i wonder what's it's like to be a crayon do they wonder what their color means? is it easier to be their own color or another? they're the same size to begin with, do they get jealous arrogant proud do they hate/love respect turn their backs. stand fall? are they handled with care, pushed down thrown around brushed off crushed just like us? are they rare and cherished? new/old buried and forgotten stolen slaughtered fathered, eaten beaten starved to death. treated tasted wasted dyed favored, savored harbored do they melt break cuss drown frown unravel behave rave starve marvel do they cry? talk to each other, talk it out, run away? get lost? lol do they die? survive? submit? repent? laugh their heads off change stay the same disappear so many unanswered ?s one might say it's easier to care than pretend or not and some might see it another way it's ok. it doesn't matter the size or color or shape or way. what u think. is. put it back in the box where it goes or not just as it should be.