Hand Written

let the pen touch the usurping lines in this white milky bowl of paper. let my words swim let them shout in their frustration against modernity I miss you in the simple form of a written work. endangered by a digitized mind forgotten in the annals of those who took the time to flex the hand of creativity. I can be hypocritical to this ode as I write with two thumbs but I remember you, I long for you. I carry you in the secret niche of my swollen heart. I cry for you that one day you will meet in unison and carry out many works of endured labor.