The recalcitrant Pen 🤗 Captioned #yqbaba #pen #musings My pen was moving furiously but hers was literally running a marathon. They were running with the weight of so many similies, metaphors, imagery and what have you. My pen traveled light, yet it was jealous of her might. It lacked her understanding, her imagination. My pen carried only emotions. I watched my pen juggling and my mind struggling..to meet her pen in the literary space. My pen was leaking..uff! I noticed its silent tears and that was freaking, freaking me out. I loved my pen and wondered what ailed my love. It took me a long time to understand the pen's madness, obsession with others it felt was better, amazingly better. Oh! it wanted to be like the Joneses, hmm? It was running faster than my imagination could, and was tripping over all those metaphors and heavy vocabulary that it couldn't unfortunately carry. I caressed the pen lovingly. It had become me, so much like me. It needed some sense with gentle whacks. Why only the pen? Didn't I need it too? Today, my sensible whacks saved me. My pen walks liesurely, enjoying the words scenery, its own world's beautiful imagery. So what if it doesn't carry the stars? So what if it has its own unique scars? My pen shines..shines like a different star and has put its stars in my eyes. I learnt a lot from my pen. I became like my pen.. relaxed n unhurried, unmindful of other designer pens.
