Reunited I am with this pen and pad of mine.
With joy my heart is filled to the brim like a cup of wine belonging to a drunk.
As I begin to write once more, I feel euphoria coursing through my veins.
To my pen and pad, “I’ve missed you both,” I whisper.

Our time apart has been excruciating.
My mind felt as though it were bound by shackles.
So many thoughts left unsaid because this pad is my only safe haven.
My intellectual prowess weakened because this pen is my only weapon.

Our time apart has brought me much melancholy.
My heart felt as though it were carrying the weight of the world.
So many feelings suppressed because I trust this pad more than my blood.
So many tears blinked back because I cry through this ink.

I have returned to you my friends.
Pen and Pad, embrace me once more.
My horrid hiatus from your presence has at last met its end.