Pens

I love pens.

I love the feeling of uncapping a new pen.

I love stumbling upon new types of pens.

I love the way it feels when I write with a pen for the first time.

My buddy while I am studying.

My buddy while I am doodling.

 

I need them,

they need me.

 

No two pens write the same.

Fineliner,

ballpoint,

fountain,

gel

all eager to be uncapped

and explore something new.

Exploration.

Pens.

They are much more than ink.

They are a companion. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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