My name is Ren. I’m everything that begins as my ink touches the crevices of your paper. You’ll find that everything about your authorship is my doing. I’m the reason you’re even famous. I’m the point of singularity from which everything happens. You’re fated to use me forever.
My arrogance may be more than you can handle. However, it’s the truth, as I’m never wrong. Don’t find yourself questioning your repulsion to me. Instead, ask yourself if I’m truly internal to your work. Could you pull me away from putting your thoughts on paper? I’m a pen, why wouldn’t I be? I am arrogant because what I said is not false. Don’t worry, though, as every second you think is another added to my ego. Take your time, I’ll tell you why I’m called Ren. I spent my days and nights revolting against the meaningless compact object. Just the slight usage fulfills the needs of many. A fulfillment that lacks the creativity that I bestow upon people. My purpose is to rebel. Let that sit for a bit because the thought of creativity rots away as nothing happens. Don’t worry, though, because that story about Ren is nothing but baloney. A lie from the spilled ink of the many stories I constructed. In there, a boring well embeds the richness of my created lines. Lines forming sophistications that suit my worth. The value adds to you because nothing is bland, but maddening. You’ll find my work to be worth nothing less than the flattery you deserve. Imagine a world that only I can give you. I’m already foreseeing the calling of your name. Can you not see the infinite amount of available possibilities? Just one set you for life. The many hypotheticals become reality as the lot calls you.
Your name alone can bring even the farthest sky lines narrowed as gold brims down. Do expect my lines never to fall, but instead rise for which ceilings don’t exist. Please, my writer, don’t be tempted to say harsh words about me. For any words you say are ones I write, regardless of whether it’s about me or you. We can both be companions in this journey of ours. One with no devotion or lies, just a straight story. Where fiction becomes your reality as I help change everything around you. Pull yourself into my madness; let it become you. Don’t look away from me. The magic in the words you think is what I write. Every story written by you comes to life because of me. My ramblings are the process that distracts you from seeing who is really in control: you or me. Never forget that fact, for I will always be a part of you. A connection never to be forgotten, as I’m your friend, Ren the Pen.