I told her if she stayed I wouldn't write another word. Id take every notepad hiding in my closet and watch it burn. She looked at me bewildered.."Now wouldn't that be absurd?,"
So I explained.. How every phrase i jot down is rooted in pain..
Stemming from grief.. Lack of belief.. Lack of understanding love outside of the sheets. Reminiscing of a time when the piece would bring peace.
When all I ever longed for was a piece of mind. but longing doesn't exist in a land before time.
and that is where every single one of my lost pages resides in... a land lost, never to be seen again yet glowing in a pile of debris like diamonds...
So you see if you stay.,
The demons that keep me up at night would all disappear. In consequence I wouldn't write my memories in fear.. that perhaps one day ill lose my mind along a pier.