The Pen

Follow your dreams…that’s what they say. They say never give up hope. They are quick to tell me how to run my life but…

So I know a man…I lie…I am that man. But I do know him. He puts thoughts into a pen. He can’t put his thoughts in people. They don’t listen. They don’t care. They don’t know. If they only knew. This flimsy cheap pen. This 5 cent ink and ball item know more of me/ him then you could ever hope to know. Than you want. Somehow this flimsy pen can hold the pressure of my hope and fears. The pen is everything to me. Best friend, wife, stranger, me. The pen is how I talk to myself. The pen is how I see myself. The pen is how I love myself. “Alexander…meet your future.” The pen said. So I picked it up and wrote it.