Scratchwork

I hate it when I’m in the mood for serious note-taking and my G-Tec suddenly conforms to the force of gravity and makes an angle between its needle and its shaft.

Then my energy just drains out.

…I remember the use of the pen. The pen that I’ve been using forever. Everyday, for anything.

I sign this, I answer that. I draw this, I note that.

And I wonder when I’ll be able to write about you.

I’ve been waiting since I learned how to drive the pen and waste ink.

‘Cause that’s what I want and would be doing for the rest of my life.

But I’m still waiting for that day to come.