-{ Open Book }-

All my precious feelings
Scribbled on recycled paper
Jumbled and smudged, but legible
Words, phrases, thoughts,
Me, myself, I--all over this paper
Lists, tasks, circles
My life in brief, reading format
Lazy sentences with no beginning or end
Starts to stories unwritten
Lyrics to songs never sung
Everything
Me
This paper
So full, it overwhelms
Where to begin? Where to start?
I guess that's up to the reader

I am nothing more than a story

I am my own open book

-{ Alphabetical }-  |  -{ Chronological }-