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By musicalduck Date: 2014 Mar 06 Comment on this Work [[2014.03.06.17.00.12231]] |
| The empty journal sits on my shelf. It whispers to me at 2:37 in the morning when my mind is racing, "Fill me up. Tell me everything." Still I continue drowning in my thoughts. Wondering, wandering, willowing. This is the point where my head gets too full. The thoughts pouring out of my eyes for only the mirror to read. The time that my hand is limp from lack of forming words. My mouth has forgotten all of its vocabulary. The journal is yellowing, the pen is full, the time is now. |