By Hand.

I keep a notebook. I actually have two. Why? Because by hand, comes the heart. You must understand that from hands we as humans make very beautiful things; if used in the correct way. I absolutely love to keep a notebook, because all cherished memories of my old feelings are kept in paper. I can still smell the ink from the pen, and feel the paper in my fingertips. Keyboards and such is nice to keep because it’s smooth having to type away on a blank screen in front of an ethereal space. It’s nice isn’t it? But I love writing from my heart and that comes from my hand. By hand is the way I love to do it. Call me old school all you want. Hey, calluses and all, I’ll keep every notebook because that can’t be erased.