Needle

This pencil is like a needle.
It's in my hand, but it could as well be in my arm
for I am addicted. I am hooked.
I need this. Hours of solitude, hours of road.
Hours of writing.
Hours of existing without the burden.
I should call someone. But I'm not going to let anyone
ruin this.
I call when I get THERE.
Not now.
Now I just enjoy these brief moments of rest.