Your journal is like a sanctuary
Where you can always be you
It is full of little bits
And pieces,
Of you.
No one will ever criticize you in your journal,
No one will read your journal.
Except, for those few people who you can trust
With your whole heart.
Those are the people who you
Will rember your whole life.
Your journal is full
Of odds and ends
Unfinished stories,
Unfinished tales,
Unfinished lives.
You may never finish some of them,
But that is the way a journal is supposed to be,
Full of unfinished things.
Things that my never happen.
It is you in the raw.
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
Your journal is like a sanctuary
Where you can always be you
It is full of little bits
And pieces,
Of you.
No one will ever criticize you in your journal,
No one will read your journal.
Except, for those few people who you can trust
With your whole heart.
Those are the people who you
Will rember your whole life.
Your journal is full
Of odds and ends
Unfinished stories,
Unfinished tales,
Unfinished lives.
You may never finish some of them,
But that is the way a journal is supposed to be,
Full of unfinished things.
Things that my never happen.
It is you in the raw.
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