Object: Whiteboard

You’re not screwed into a wall, as I move you from room to room, infrequently.

I write on you in various colours, mainly blue as blue is my favourite colour.

I often notice scratches left on the wall I once leaned you against, aghast on my face, as a tenant I’m disgraced – in my head that is. I wonder if my landlord will deduct £5 off my deposit for wear and tear?

Almost every time I start I write at the top of you in black ink ‘W/C 3^RD MAY 2020 – TODO!’ was the last thing I titled you.

OVERDUE***

Rests below, dutifully so.

I list the number of things I must complete ASAP for my degree. Only, I never complete them on time. I like writing on you.

I enjoy spraying you and rubbing you out!

Lately, you have this unyielding power to inflict emotional pain through me, via the medium of reminding me that I’ve not completed anything on your list. Sometimes, I will move you away, so I don’t have to see you unless I happen to frequent the room you’re situated in.

I cheat. Because I will happily type up a new list and print it off, duplicate it in all three of my diaries…come back next week and do it again.

I apologise.

I promise to spray you down and clean you up, I promise I’ll do that today.

Object: Laptop

Each day I turn you on and your whir to life, I can’t tell if your excited or fed up?

But you wake to serve me and only me, for I do not share you with another soul.

I click onto my WordPress blog and write a new post, almost every day.

I write for the world of creative writers and hope my passion never fades away.

Object: Tissues

I saw you on the shelf and I wasn’t sure if I needed you, but I picked you up and paid for you anyway, as I felt I wanted to.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that I opened you up and pulled you out of your blue and yellow home. I had been crying profusely, my heart ached, and I felt at a loss without the man I called love.

My nose was runny, and my tears blended in with snot. My lips smothered in my liquid waste, dripping down onto my chest and becoming a recent memory.

There you are to mop up my sadness and capture my snot. I appreciate you tissue, I value you a lot.

Object: The Notebook

I’ve had the pleasure of seeing you on a frosted glass shelf. A beautiful hue of blue sparking in my line of sight. I picked you up and opened you, read the blank lines down a few pages. I envision my words written in blue ink, short-stories, random quotes, poetry and whatever you think.

The first page on the inside was a subtle marine blue, reminded me of our ocean and depths of each blue hue. I love the colour blue, so I pick you up and buy you. I take you home and sign Unique inside you.

The date is today and today is special like yesterday, I’m alive! I’m thankful for our universe. I write a few sentences along your light blue lines.

RISK!

Living is a risk we all take every day, my notebook is my notebook and as long as I live, I’ll write away.

Object: The Green Highlighter

In the depths of a great book I see a word I do not know, I grab my green highlighter and highlight like a pro!

Some lines grab me, pull in and beg me to remember. I highlight and I shine spotlights on words that warm old embers.

From the classics through to modern text, I’m interested and I wonder. A world without Writers would be horrible, what thoughts to evade sombre.

Object: The Stove

When I first met you, you were always cold and unwelcoming. I clicked switches and turned hobs and you just wouldn’t turn on.

I eventually saw your bright red glowing rings. So beautiful!

I placed a saucepan on the stove and warmed up some oat-milk, mixed in some oats and sprinkled some sugar.

The Stove, electric. Unknown to me before that day.

The stove, new and a learning curve for me in the ways of the kitchen.

The stove, I burnt a lot of food at the start. The temperature too high always too high but felt too low, to begin with.

Now that we’ve had some time together, I understand what you want and you know what I need.

Our shared memories and the nights you’ve witnessed my greed.

The Stove, are we in this?

Yes! Of course, we are. I’ll cook with you and they clean with you, your elements are my fire.