Inspired by a Pack of Pens

I received a package of pens as a gift yesterday. Now, don't think that's a lame gift. These are only the most amazing pens I have ever written with. The person who gave me them had some of her own that I have borrowed on occasion, and I loved them. They write very smoothly and don't drag at all. The best part is that you can get them at Wal-Mart. They are "@ the OFFICE" brand "gel pens." They are fairly thick and are fine point. They also come in lots of colors. I highly recommended them.

Once I had these pens, I was just itching to write something. I wrote two short little somethings, although I'm not quite sure what to call them. They are mainly just my thoughts at the time, filled with some metaphors and analogies. I might end up actually using them in something one day, but for now I'm happy with the way they are.

After the Rain has Passed

Have you ever noticed that the grass looks a little greener after a storm? The sun seems to shine just that much brighter. It's like Mother Nature's way of making it up to you after a thunderstorm.

Have you ever noticed that people are like that too? They smile a little brighter after you let them cry on your shoulder. They're a little nicer - a little more sincere. It's like a secret thank you. Even if no one else notices, they know how big of a difference that small gesture made. They want you to know that you made a difference, even if it's only subconsciously.

Moon & Sun; Yin & Yang

They are total opposites: yin and yang from each other. Like the sun and the moon. But what does that change? He loves her.

Have you ever seen the moon in the afternoon sky and wondered why he was there? He knows the sun will be there, so he rises early. Though he can't go near her, he watches from afar, eternally half a day away from her side.

The sun is beautiful, glowing, surrounded by people. They bask in her light and marvel at the beauty she creates. She is never alone, not knowing the love she is missing.

The moon reflects her light, banished to the dark cold of the night. He revels in the chance to visit the day. He is alone in the night sky: a crowded room of stars. None of them shine as brightly as his love, the sun. He is always lonely, but always faithful to the sun. Never has he loved another.

A crystal tear fell from the moon's face as the sun left his side and night set in. A shooting star was what we would see from our view down below.


Gellin' like Magellan,
Shansie