

Two PensI write this with a fountain pen; the first time I ever have. The ink shines like new leaves. It rushes out of the nib like blood. The pen is heavy in my hand. It rest between my thumb and index finger like a weary child rests their head on a parents shoulder; head heavy with the days thoughts and memories.Two Pens
The pen makes me think of days when the world was in love. When men bowed to women and everyone spoke poetry. It makes me think of sword fights and pistol duels. It makes me think of forbidden love letters written in candle light. The pen gives me all this; the thoughts and metaphors and elegant handwriting. I lov
| I'm really a muso. |
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"Existence, well what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can." - Ian Curtis, Joy Division.
(i'm a friend of wielder's)
AJ
And yes, I know.
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"Existence, well what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can." - Ian Curtis, Joy Division.
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..."nurturing talents"
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