Ink

And so I sat thinking of something I couldn't live without.... As if my house was on fire and I had 5 seconds to grab one thing. A very hard decision to make. Or is it? I'm a gut gal. I go with my intuition always. Relationships have taught me that. The struggle is in fact the struggle. My magic wand. Without it I can not resume a life of study. I can not find my rhythym. I can not sing. I can not dance. I can not think. So, I can not live without a pen. A pencil is ok, but isn't permanent. My thoughts are permanent, at the moment I think them. I don't erase. Words I have erased in the past were the most important. I rejoice in the errors of my ways. I learn from my mistakes. I think too fast, therefore i need a pen. I'm not rainman. I'm attention deficeit. I'm smart, so I border on insane. Too funny. That is what the "experts" say. Originally it was named the Biro. Now its called " an object mightier than the sword." That is powerful. If you think about that meaning it can boggle your mind. Mightier than the sword? So it can kill? It can hurt? It can cripple? It can destroy? Hmmmmm.... It also means penetration. According to the slang dictionary. That does make sense. A pen penetrates because it becomes real when it is public. In your mind it is hidden. On paper, it becomes alive. It's a marker. It's your memory. It is the best weapon. Use it carefully. Your thinking in print.