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There you are. So sleek and sturdy, my fingers ache with longing. I yearn to reach out and feel the smoothness of your frame. Oh, I remember so well the slight coolness when at first we connect. Yet, I must resist. I am not yet in the place to relinquish myself to this overpowering need.
For you see dear friend you have been replaced by another. One who at first prompt is speeder to the touch and who willingly offers suggestions when in hast I loose my way. However, please keep in mind that you are not alone in the replacement process.
As much as it may pain you, there was one before you. One you see who has been with me from the beginning. Yet, in this ever-changing life, we too do not meet as often as we should.
Therefore, I sit and ponder the changes that time has brought to us. Society calls us to put aside the old and embrace what this new generation has to offer. Here in this modern world of instant gratification and unlimited options we readily cast aside any remnants that portray the image of being obsolete.
It is a sad thing to face. The surrendering of what is familiar and comfortable. You see, you my trusty friend have helped me to bring forth some of my best work. My faithful, ever ready writer’s pen, we have shared many long nights of brainstorming and first drafts. Yes, it is very hard to resist the desire to hold onto you. Every fiber of my being cries out for me to give in to the overwhelming urge and simply write out the words my heart long to say. This however shall not be.
Oh, and let us not forget about the one who prompts my senses. The one who even in my loneliest moments called forth those feelings buried deep within. How I long to sit quietly envisioning flowing brooks, tall grass and endless fields of flowers. All as the wondrous functions of the mind gradually fill my thoughts with just the right words to bring the visions to life. Sadly, though sitting quietly for more than 10 minutes is the poster child for idleness.
Yes, my two oldest and dearest friends, friends who are a present source of companionship and security, I must say farewell. The time has come to move forward, relish in the progress and step into the 21st Century.
No! I say, not. I refuse to give in. I refuse to allow the quickness of the keyboard and the readily available information access of the internet to replace the simple things that bring so much joy to the craft of writing.
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