diary.

what will i write?

rage, rage within the page

expletives enter the ether leaving me the best kind of empty

and full

of dreams, denial, desperation

thoughts tickling blank, lines, grid, dots

ruled in college — never wide

alphabet alchemy

penning present into past

the future speaks back

with fortunes forged in forgotten memories

stories of storms to come, weathered bravely;

wilderness withstood (barely)

third person tales, and first, and second

mischievous multitudes

i, you, me, we

harbors for honesty

lies linger too

languidly

slithering between secrets

sorrows

songs

sweetness scribbled on soft wood.