Pencil to Pencil Sharpener

The pencil was dull and blunt, feeling boring and muted. Not bright and mechanical, but old and used. Always #2. But the sharpener cut its wood and graphite, forming a spiky point, and the pencil is functional again. After being tossed around, from being held by hands to writing and sketching on paper, it comes back, always dependent on the blade. It gets shorter and shorter as the razor takes the pencil’s life away. Though the fierce blade doesn't care. It has other things to sharpen. Yet the pencil always comes back for more—reliant on the sharpener until death.