Journal


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I held my instrument

And inked you.

As I gushed out my feelings last night,

You kept on staring at me

For I asked you to do so.

I didn’t expect a reply,

I didn’t want your sympathy

Or pity.

All I wanted was

You, listening to me.

Journals don’t speak.

They listen.

They let you pour your heart out.

Without judging you.

No complaints, no interruptions.

They accept you the way you are.

I inked you

For you’re my human journal.


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8 thoughts on “Journal

      1. I’m glad you like my stuff. I love your stuff too and have been eagerly waiting for you to come up with a new post 🙂

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      2. I wanted to start writing as soon as I got back. But then… as if time stopped and then spat me out a few days later and so my schedule was ruined. Waiting for reset (aka Sunday night) to get started again.

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