A Sexy Pen!

Procasinated with thoughts

After a very long time, I sat down to write something, and before writing, I was a bit curious about what my mind wanted me to write. And honestly, I felt tangled up in lots of emotions and words, playing hide-and-seek with them. The best part is I’m not even focused on filling the pages. I’m just zoned out for a while and admiring the pen that my fingers are holding now.

The pen looks fine, and even I could say this pen is sexy, but wait beyond admiration. Why am I holding it today?
To write… Right?

But at this moment… I’m loving the silence around me; it was today I came to know my kitchen pipe wastes enough drops of water.

I could feel the flow of various ideas in my mind, and honestly, this pen - I don’t know why I am that obsessed with this pen. Holding it feels less like I’m holding a pen and more like I’m holding on to a feeling I don’t want to let go of.

At last. Dude, it’s just a pen. But it fascinates me so hard, I really couldn’t stop staring at it. Maybe it’s just my mind distracting itself from creating ideas and finding ways to avoid something.