Monday, March 17

Borrowed Pen

Written around 1PM at the Raintree Teaspresso.

I find myself in this cafe -
With blank pages
And a borrowed pen.

As the ink fill up the spaces
With words better left unsaid

As the pages grow thinner
With thoughts written

I find myself - thinking -
Do I keep the pen
And keep writing?

Or should I return it
And let another fill up
Her pages with it?

Just now, at home, around 10.30PM - as a continuation

I find myself in this cafe -
Trying to write some more
Trying to create more memories

No -
No more

I let the pen go -
For it was never mine to keep

I let the pen go -
For it has better stories to write
On a different notebook.