Pen

My break is not of the loving kind nor has it been erased it is the sentence that falls to the ground before beginning the door opening by the wind.this is the page these are the letters on the page so why are you here? An invited guest a jester perhaps or maybe even a tyrant without a cause,are you a word on this page? A ray of sunlight a drop of rain a borrowed tool or are you one of the thorns in the saviors crown? Where have you taken my dark and why did you leave me behind and the questions why no multi choice boxes who are you?what are you?where did you go after the night,have you arrived why can't I see you I know your there you can hear me....can't you.can you please stop messing with my mind and if your gonna take that please put it back where you found it it's one of a kind and I don't particularly want to take that trip again,anyways where was the one you stole?your funny but not in the funny way serious about nothing lost in a crowd able but attached a ball player with no team,keep my words I took them before I was born you might find them coming back for more,your eyes are round,ahh there's my dark....I'll tell you what I'll make a deal with you you give me back my dark and I'll give you back your space and when all is well again maybe will do lunch in new York. Ps put the pen down.

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