I lost the plot a little…(my pen too!)

First thing's first; I’d like to apologise for my bout of melancholy before, I attribute this miniature breakdown/ existential crisis (lets not put a label on it ;p ) to the Philosophy of David Hume- David, if you’re reading this, take a bow why don’t ya. No really, I insist.

Nonsense aside, lets give the limelight to whimsy shall we…

Ode to my Lost Pen.

My spindly friend;
So forgetful,
Yet so necessary.

Lost when I needed you most,
Or perhaps most needed when lost.

Now what am I to do?
But borrow another you.