My heart poured from my hands into the paper
Held loosely with bindings
With a hollow chest, my brain works overtime to compensate
I recounted memories and details
My favorite and the pure
What I know I will always remember
There isn't a night with the moon that takes me away into these moments
I signed my name at the end as finality of everything
There is so much time left to get through
For now I'll keep what I wrote
In my red journal