i collect pens like crazy. whenever i get the opportunity to drop by a bookstore, i will purchase a minimum of two pens, never mind if i have a dozen waiting for me inside my oversized pencil case
but now, i have a favorite pen. i doubt if i will ever use it. it is too small, and im afraid of the ink running out. but i will put it on a small pedestal, and treasure it like the most precious piece in a museum
it is a pen that was given out of random thoughtfulness from a friend that i thought i lost forever.
it is a simple memento to the power of healing and renewal
it is a testament to the hope that shoudln’t be allowed to die when you know that something is still worth hoping for
i’m being melodramatic, but i swear, it is the best pen ever