The little piece of paper in my hand with the pen that fits just right in my palm.. holding it softly with a little pressure on the paper, I wonder where does my story begin.. from where do I come and what do I aspire to be.. I wonder and I think, after all who I am to be.. where does my path lead me.. where does my story lead me.
I know that once I pick this pen and form the strokes on the paper, there’s no going back.. it will be firm, the choice will be made, the things decided.. my story will be marked by my own handwriting, in letters that will mark my history and make my future.. my handwriting is after all what I truly am.. and me is truly reflected in my own handwriting..
My handwriting is after all my own true story..
I write, knowing that my handwriting reveals it all..