i lost my favorite pen today
smooth and perfect
for my imperfect writing
slicing through the page
white on black
permanent and beautiful
dark yet harmless
strange, and alive
too old for excuses
too young for any value
strange to mourn
something so simple
beautiful in its simplicity
and beauty in loss
it was not just mine
it was everyone’s
everyone my words might touch
it was ink that didn’t bleed
it was promises
i don’t know i can keep
it skated on tear stained paper
still putting lines through the salt
i lost my favorite pen today
tomorrow i start over
maybe pick a new one
maybe apologies will be enough
maybe i’ll fall in love
with something new
maybe i’ll choose
something a bit less permanent
erasing the attachment
practice letting go
an adventure in itself
i lost my favorite pen today
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heart find this pain and give me peace
relieve me from this burden
i lost my favorite pen today
rather,
it lost me
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- This is my own work and has not been generated in whole or in part by AI
Godamn. These are song lyrics – soul style x
thank you <3
This is all kinds of beautiful sadness. I love how much you get from what many would see as a simple pen. For any artist, a pen or paintbrush or whatever, is not really that simple…and if you have a favourite one…one that feels “right” in your hand and is with you when you write stuff you are proud of or that’s important…it is so much more than just a thing you write with! Beautiful work, River!