Child: "Yes Sir."
Teacher: "What do writers write with?"
Child: "A pen?"
Teacher: "Aye child, but do we not also write with our emotions?"
The child sat for a moment by the crackling fire pondering this statement
Teacher: "Emotions are what drive our words onto the paper. With each new feeling, endless possibilities of creation arise. From the truly mesmerizing, to the most horrific and dark works of literature. They all stem from deep seeded emotions that encompass the writer."
The child sat now staring at the fire clearly confused by his teachers words.
Teacher: "In time my child you shall understand."
The fire soon began to die and it was getting cold within the tiny shack on the hill surrounded by snow.
The child and teacher wish one another a good night's sleep.
For if they were to wake up from their sleep, they did not know.
To see the sunlight once more, they did not know.
To hear each other's voices once more, they did now know.
So they slept.
Heading for a future they could not see.
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EP- This is simply uncertainty
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