Writing is Love...
Let the pen touch the paper, who longs to feel pen's smooth and simple touch. They were made for each other, for their togetherness is forever permanent unlike the pencil, whose color is gray and dull and forever correcting itself. The paper is true and humble, she accepts the good with the bad, the wrong with the right. Paper lies in wait for her mate who'll forever leave his impression on her heart.
Writing is a Dance...
When pen and paper touch a dance takes place. Paper, the foundation for the pen to show his stuff. His cursive language is beautiful as the curves of the letters seduce the lines- and often crosses them. As the paper smiles, the pen adds a few more curls to his loops and swagger to his moves- Paper to forever remember.
Writing is a Gift...
Because of words a ledger was created, first by pictures and simple symbols serving as instructions or clues then the alphabet took the lead.. Oh how precious it is and the art is overlooked! how we can communicate without speaking. One is never alone as long as he has a pen with no plans and paper looking for a touch and to create a world you don't even have to write much! The new world takes form and it's your duty to explore the new land. Each stroke of the pen adds color across the hills, flowers and clouds fill landscapes and birds take flight into the air. The imagination builds the ship that sail seas and gulls that calls overhead. Beautiful are words. Beautiful are thoughts. Beautiful is the pen and is the paper once you lived on it!
