BallPoint
Ein illustriertes Gedicht
BallPoint 
It’s been a while since 
I’ve written anything 
My pen comes and goes. 
Not really… 
Its ball is the only thing that goes rolling 
I always have it, but it takes me a while to get a hold of it from time to time. 
I guess life comes my way and I forget that writing is something that does me good and frees me a lot. 
Allowing myself to feel the way I do, with no restraints, spending, and enjoying my time with me… 
I have been in a time where I have gone into my own cave and investigated myself. 
Carved my own shell and have taken refuge inside of it. 
Mon petit cocon. 
Open the eyes and the heart. Without leaving my guard down. It doesn’t bother me lately 
Sometimes it hurts, of course; but enjoying it, I enjoy it. 
I miss it when I leave it for a while, and I long to return to it. 
I guess I’m one of those people who needs to get away from things from time to time on my own. 
Not because they’ve hurt me, more because I’m in need of my own wants. 
It’s been a while since
I’ve written anything.
My pen comes and goes.
Not really…
Its ball is the only thing that goes rolling
I always have it, but it takes me a while to get a hold of it from time to time.
I guess life comes my way and I forget that writing is something that does me good and frees me a lot.
Allowing myself to feel the way I do, with no restraints, spending, and enjoying my time with me…
I have been in a time where I have gone into my own cave and investigated myself.
Carved my own shell and have taken refuge inside of it. Mon petit cocon.
Open the eyes and the heart. Without leaving my guard down.
It doesn’t bother me lately
Sometimes it hurts, of course; but enjoying it, I enjoy it.
I miss it when I leave it for a while, and I long to return to it.
I guess I’m one of those people who needs to get away from things from time to time on my own.
Not because they’ve hurt me, more because I’m in need of my own wants.
I need my pen.