Haphazard by Blue Dreams
This Paper (My Spiral Notebook)
Missed Connections in Tucson
This paper
White with blue lines
Its margins encasing my fears and desires
Like a fireproof box
It hears my voice
It allows me to speak
Without interruption
It holds no grudges
It passes no judgement
This paper
It has holes
As does the depths of my soul
Though it does not abandon me
Like so many do
It hears my voice
It allows me to dream
Without giving up
Though at times I won’t give in
It feels my hurt
It feels my pain
It knows how long
I’ve tried to sustain
I wish I could tell you
Just how I feel
Like I do this paper
But I know it’s done
My darkest fear
This paper
It hears my voice
It tells me to give up
I have no choice
But this paper is wrong
I’ll find my way out
It won’t be easy
This paper should listen
It knows my heart is queasy
It tells me to get out, move on
Get up!
But it’s hard when you have no one
No place to go
No safe haven
Except this paper
Her Two Cents
Even though we might spend hours each day sharing Facebook status updates, Tweets, and personal blogs and videos, there’s something very different about how and what we communicate when we know the words are for our eyes only. Perhaps we’re a bit more honest, pessimistic or hopeful (usually the opposite of what we show to the world), or uncertain. When we write in a journal or notebook or secret file stored deep on a computer, we’re able to shed whatever guise we wear in public and let loose the thoughts and emotions that roll around inside – it might not ever sees the light of day, but we still know those words and there and what they mean.
