A pen is like a serial killer who hates the freedom of everything else. A chirping bird dances in the morning light? Write it down for eternity; make it freeze forever mid-tweet.
A kid laughs running after his bright red ball that he just kicked a little too heavily? Not anymore. He just runs and laughs, his motives flying around him like blood-sucking mosquitoes.
A lovers embrace? Make it eternal love. A falling star? It will be crossing the same dark and cold sky forever.
Do you want to kill something?