writing adventure 1: where i talk about writing

Dear Pen,
     You hold my dreams in your felt tip. It's very frightening, to see you sitting atop my desk, over a blank sheet of paper, and know that every hope, every part of my soul, lies within your ink.  Holding you has surpassed breathing, eating, sleeping, and that can't be very healthy. But still, here I am, in the middle of the night, staring at you holding my dreams.
     I don't write with you to prove something; what would I prove with a few lines here, a poem there? I don't write with you to be famous, or rich. I write with you, Pen, because your black ink is who I am, who I was, and who I will be. There is no truth you haven't written down, no lie you haven't perfected. Good and evil war between your cursive and print.
     You hold my dreams, and I'm alright with that.

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OK! There's the first writing adventure. I realize that no one will ever read this but myself, but sometimes it's nice to pretend there's someone rooting for you =) so thanks for reading, post a comment if you'd like! I'm going to try and write at least this much (since this is super short) every single day. My posts are going to be quite random in time and in subject matter, as this is just an exercise and not about any one thing.