A Beautiful Word

I really enjoyed Calligraphy class in high school. I practice my handwriting not as often as I should. I swear nothing could possibly be more personal these days than to receive a hand-written letter from someone who cares about you. Something like:

Dear Samantha,

It's been too long since we have talked. It has ached me for years. Nothing in this world seems colorful enough in my life because you are nowhere around. Where there once was an openness in me has now become closed off and void.

... I am afraid however that hand-written letters are becoming less and less of an occurrence. When I was finishing college in 2012 there was nobody taking noted by hand like i was doing. I was doing it the hard, long way. I rarely read the books because I needed the money for other things like rent and bongs (lol, kidding). I wrote and continue to write in these little books by hand. I do it mostly because I think it's fun to feel the flow of a beautifully written word... a beautifully written word.