do you really want to know what happened?

i know. i’m such a tease.

.

beyond these little spurts of words is a world

that’s not what you think.

.

every day is different

every moment a choice

to be true

to my self and to you

 

.

it’s a strange practice, to write in my diary to you

.

it’s a letter to a future lover

it’s a contemplation of my life

as I undress

and bare it all

it’s a revelation

that all I have to do is tell you the truth

and allow you to see

how I see the world

.

it’s the most intimate thing i can do

sometimes it’s the only thing i want to do

to record

to remember this time

forever

.

do you what to know what I think?

do you want to know how I feel?

do you want to know the depths of my interior world?

it’s all here..

day by day

moment by moment

place by place

.

 

If you want to read my diary

you have to promise not to judge,

as you go down the rabbithole..