Who am I ? A pencil !

Hey there. I am self- consuming as I speak my heart out. I burn myself every day to spread light of knowledge. Well, not everything written is good but almost. I can move in a straight line till infinity and I can sketch contortions.

I can solve complex equations and convey simplest of truth. I help write literature, influence culture and burn midnight oil. You must be wondering who I am. I am a pencil. Sleek, round and with a dark core. I get cut and grilled to deliver crisp and sharp outlines.

I am a writing implement. I help in writing and drawing. I leave a mark on a paper, wall or any surface. I was gradually discovered in the 15th to 16th century in the roughest and the most innovative form by humans. They used chalks (limestone), graphite and coal to write or draw what they could make a note of. Then England and China tried claiming the inventions and discoveries and it is still controversial. I am now used in a form of hard clay or wood case with graphite/ lead stick inside it. Whoever invented me, forgot to mention his name.

I can easily be removed using an eraser & over a course of time and I lose the darkness as well.

Today, I am available in the simplest of the forms and in the most creative way. I am not used in space, because humans fear that if the lead breaks it can hurt someone and that is true because lead is toxic. Artists use me in many forms, charcoal pencils, 1b, 2b, HB, 3b etc. This “b” denotes the width and darkness of the lead. When artists make sketches, I am the most important tool they use, after Paper. Ah, Paper. Paper is my best friend; I work the best on it, but only if it is dry. Basically we both are partially made by a tree. That reminds me, Grow Trees. I will be more readily available.