The Journal


United States
41° 55' 9.9156" N, 88° 8' 2.4684" W

Leather Bound with silver accents
Marking its place with black satin
It’s heavy with thought
And strong with feelings

There’s a lot to say
And a lot of space to say it
Page upon page
Most of them empty

It holds my soul
And it doesn’t belong to me
It belongs to another
And it sits with my heart


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