Here's a bit of writing I found scattered around my house in one of my discarded notebooks:
I know your thoughts
I hold your secrets
I contain your energy but i am not wholey you.
I am ready to betray you with my pages,
with your words
I know your dreams,
your hopes, your frustrations,
and disappointments
The regrets and despair
I know your thoughts
I hold your secrets
I contain your energy but i am not wholey you.
I am ready to betray you with my pages,
with your words
I know your dreams,
your hopes, your frustrations,
and disappointments
The regrets and despair