2003-10-06;7:44 p.m.' //i handed you me, you threw it in your bag
i've got my notebook, like everybody else. i bring it everywhere, pour anything to it... my life all in ink &&paper.i write anything &&everything there. pictures, photographs, drawings, scribbles, &&anything else.... tissue paper with hearts drawn in it, a ticket from some dance, a rose petal, two pieces of hersheys wrappers, a brand of a ballpen, cards from gifts of friends... name it, everything that played a role in my life, it's there.
you could see me there, all beautifully bound &&collected in paper...
my soul is etched in the grooves the ballpen made, it is me... in paperback.
what if i told you i gave that notebook to him? what if i told you he didn't even take a second look?