My ball pen, bow!

Whenever I feel hopeless and there is no where to run, I sit beside a window of a moon lit room. I sit. I think. I write with this ball pen.

My ball pen's brand is unknown. It costs around something. It has a plastic black cap, a transparently gray body, and a silver head point. Its ink is black. So with this 4.5 inches stick, I write.

Happy, I am. I love holding this very thing. It even makes me wonder... In the hundreds and thousands of your kind, I think it is magical to have you as my partner in writing.

I am not really into vocals. I laugh a lot, that is what I do. Thanks to this ball pen, I can speak of things which my mouth can't utter even just in symbols, it's fine.

From letters to words, my thoughts comes out. I always wanted my thoughts to be acknowledged. It will never be the same without this ball pen.

Together, we make a great duo. We compliment each other. We are more than friends but less than lovers. Isn't sweet?

We have been in so many writing experiences. May it be a competition or just a simple exercise, we share and cherish the most of it.

It is also like my sword in my battle. I attack with it. I defend myself with it. It has so may uses, that is why I love it.

When there's nothing to write, I draw. I I draw also with this ball pen. I prefer using this than any pencil. My thoughts are drawn too therefore they are also shared.

I hate myself when it's lost. Whether took by someone or when I just replaced it. Sometimes, I think of things like... Maybe, it's tired of doing things with me and even it doesn't want me anymore.

I hate also when it ran out of ink but whenever it do so, i keep it, as memory. That's why I have tons of ink less ball pen in my drawer. I hope and wish that it'll never run out for every now and then, I have to replace it with a new one.

More than anything we produced, we also always came up with another thing and it's on my finger. My ball pen knows and feels it for I do as well. What can I say? It's a product of hardship, determination and perseverance- it's 'kalyo'.

For all the things happened to me, my ball pen has always been there. Through good and rough times, we write. I love it!

So as I write this tribute essay to it and with it, (I wrote it first on a piece piece of paper with my ball pen), I'm sure that it's happy for I feel the same. Thank you!

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