First thing’s first; I’d like to apologise for my bout of melancholy before, I attribute this miniature breakdown/ existential crisis (lets not put a label on it ;p ) to the Philosophy of David Hume- David, if you’re reading this, take a bow why don’t ya. No really, I insist.
Nonsense aside, lets give the limelight to whimsy shall we…
Ode to my Lost Pen.
My spindly friend;
Yet so necessary.
Lost when I needed you most,
Or perhaps most needed when lost.
Now what am I to do?
But borrow another you.