The start of my new journey,
Began with a point.
A point which had billions of ideas.
A tip to create the best stories.
It just needed to be held,
And needed to be told to write.
It needed courage,
To share its deepest memories with the world.
Every time it wrote,
It stopped and used it bottom to erase the memory.
And once it had come in the flow,
The writing had started to glow.
A piece was created,
And its dream had become true.
Its desire,
Had been taken into consideration.
The tip of my pencil had spoken its words.