15/07/2013
Dear Diary,
Yours
Pen-pal
Dear Diary,
At times I wonder how you soak in
everything that I have to say, so gracefully. Good, bad, silly, fun,
mean every single emotion is received with thorough patience and
maturity. Though the exchange rate between us is unfair, for you remain
just as blank as the very first time I started scribbling my thoughts on
you. Over the time you've recorded some of my deepest secrets and
vulnerabilities that I've never allowed anyone else to see but what do I
know about you? Nothing..absolutely nothing. Every single day I turn a
fresh page in you with the hope of stumbling onto a long forgotten
quote, couplet, scribble, phrase, anything that could let me get a
glimpse of what lies in the depths of those blank pages but, my luck
never favors me.
Though no complaints, as returning to you with a
bundle full of cryptic thoughts is like coming home to a place I've
known...a warm welcoming comfort zone where all those puzzled thoughts
can be arranged or at-least poured out to lighten the soul.
So with
the hope of finding something about you amidst those bright blank pages
someday, I take your leave for the day..will see you soon; hopelessly
addicted to you.
Yours
Pen-pal
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