Dear
Writer,
This is simply an outburst of hatred
toward you, the machine, and the progression of mankind. You have neglected me over the years, more
and more, with the increased use of that machine that you constantly roll your
fingers over and over on a daily basis.
In the days prior to the machine, I was used indiscriminately and
vigorously on a sheet, with my blood spilled, you would express your emotions
with me, your thoughts, ideas and create beautiful memories and designs that
only I can express through you. My
history is extensive throughout time, though I have run out on you from time to
time, I never fail to amaze, declare independence and bring style to your
craft.
Never forget how as a child I brought you
joy, though you didn’t know how to use me or what you released as you chewed
and threw me around, but I knew that one day, you would be great. I supported you all through your middle years,
easing stress and discomfort, and now that you’re an adult, I share the same
neglect that your parents share, left away somewhere to watch you from a
distance become the person I always thought you’d be.
I know you still need me, keeping me in
your pocket from time to time, validating legal documents, for my legal thread
holds strong in any court. I still keep
the faith that you will look back from the machine and its allies and bring me
back into battle. I have never failed
you before, and my technology simple, not needing wires and batteries and
specific locations for use; I am strong and will always be available. Keep me in mind next time the machine shuts
off, runs out of energy, or fails to compute.
For I am relentless, my heart and mind stable, I will push on through
any weather and destroy the enemy, but only in your hand do I have the power;
in your hand I fulfill my destiny.
Mightier
than the sword,
Your
Pen
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