My pen was moving furiously but hers was literally running a marathon. They were running with the weight of so many similies, metaphors, imagery and what have you. My pen traveled light, yet it was jealous of her might. It lacked her understanding, her imagination. My pen carried only emotions.

I watched my pen juggling and my mind struggling..to meet her pen in the literary space. My pen was leaking..uff! I noticed its silent tears and that was freaking, freaking me out. I loved my pen and wondered what ailed my love. It took...