The Lamp
Sitting on a dusty desk, full of papers. I just sit there shining my orange glow on the oak desk. I have seen tragedy, sorrow, excitement and so much more.
Typing and tapping. Scribbling and doodling. Imagining and drifting. Wonder and confusion. All these emotions are what I see everyday.
The wonders of a human mind scribbled down on my friend, the desk. Plans and notes. Letters and wills. All these things are what I see and they make me so happy.
But why did it have to end after one silly argument.
