a place in the trees.

why are we never on the same page?

it's such a waste of trees when you think-

a burst of ink (once in awhile), while the other's leaving indents of a letter.

is it considered written if the empty pen is pushed to the paper?

or are they fraudulent thoughts, even when too much ink is applied-

leaving behind some messy blob of longing.

just once- i would like to use the same pen in a consistent manner.