I hold it there in my palm, grasping it hard enough to leave an indent in my skin. Your pen. It’s red cap next to my green. It wasn’t anything of worth; just a basic utensil. But to me, it’s the... [+]
Every page turned is another tiny glance into a world you can only imagine. My books and my writing have always been my friends, letting me for just a moment dive into a world worth creating.