RULING THE WORLD pt 1

Now to the piece that I actually was going to make my come back blog. You guys might not like it but ehn...

There was a time when I believe wholly, fully and without doubt that a pen is mightier than a sword.
And never even had a meta cognition about the meaning of or truth in that statement.
I walked around with my head always held up high,
Through the violent mob that constitutes my life
Because I was the strongest person, I knew.

Even as I held my chewed-beyond-repair Reynolds pen or Bic Biro, I had to flick with my ink stained hands every five minutes, I was still the strongest person I knew.
I could turn my chewed pen into an elegant quill
Make the act of constant flickering into the normalcy of dipping my peacock quill into my gold ink pot
And the ink stains quickly became the most expensive lace gloves in the world
I ruled the world and that violent mob with my ink-stained flickering hand.

And I ruled with my head held high.
Until...