The pen

A pen, not just a pen. It is more to me. It is my tool of thought. It is where I can pick up and use it for something unique. A pen needs something to make it great. Without a pen, my opinion won't come to reality. It's a tool of thought when I can put all my words into action just by holding a pen. Write down all my emotions. To make something so poetry. Just by having a pen in my hand. The feeling rushes to my finger. The mind is running—the best thing about a pen. I can use it for therapy. Writing is a part of me no one sees. It is the emotion of feeling that you use something special. I don't know what I would do without expressing myself. It starts when I pick up a pen and then write something beautiful. A feeling of completion come over me. A word of thought is never too far from me. It when I first realize that writing is something in me. As time passed on, my idea grew. Now that all I want to do is write. Make poems into a story by expressing my feelings. I will never forget the first time I wrote. I pick up a pen. I closed my eyes. Then a sense came rushing over me. My hand starts to move. Tears falling from my eyes. A sense of feelings and purpose in myself. I find myself writing, and now I know my go