Writing wasn't just a phase for me; it was the maze that led to the beginning of my journey. 6th grade poetry love was the catalyst to spark the plug that sent energy spiraling through to my fingertips. Then the pen injected ink into my bloodstream until I overdosed on words. Without you, my love, I'd have no true identity. I'd be just another fishy in the sea, swimming around aimlessly. You gave me, me. I fell so deeply in love with you that I never wanted to leave. I'd wake up to the rhythm of melodic words floating in my head every single day. I would ride roller coasters of recited emotions to sleep each night and dream of pushing fresh ink across the pad at daylight. Writing is in, and is me. You're the way I capture thoughts that are fleeting. Encapsulating moments and memories on pages within documented phrases. My chronicled life is the key to immortality. My legacy gets to live on forever because I meant it when I said I'd never stop. I could never walk away from my first true love. I am all in until the bitter sweet end. Until they pry the pen from my cold dead hand. You will always be my greatest friend. What a glorious way to say aloud just how proud I am to be a writer with a pen.
