I’m becoming a diary.

The clock is ticking for you to come meet me. I don’t always move with you that is why you miss me the most.

Whispers of what you’re feeling are waiting to be written at the end of your pen. I know I’m your getaway; I have the key to your heart.

The discrete sound of my turning pages thrills you. For you, I’m shaped like a lovers dream.

Just hold a pen and tell me everything. I’m not going to judge or hold the things you tell me against you.

My papers can sometimes be the only thing that will listen to you. I’m your best friend, an old lover.. The one person you can be at ease with.

I know you can’t wait to meet me late at night. And as usual you will not be able to take your hands off of me.

Every second brings you closer to me. I’m soft and delicate when you want me to be, yet I can be tough and rough too. I hold your pain, your secrets, your un-endurable thoughts and mysterious dreams.

You can talk to many, but at the end of the day, you’ll always find your way to me – your diary.

You can ask me questions and from inside of me the answers will be revealed.

You leave me and you come back to me every single time, because you know I’ll always be there for you.

There’s only one thing for you to keep in mind, Don’t you dare take me for granted or replace me with a newer more hip blog, cause then you will truly miss me and you’ll wish you’d never have left me in the first place. Don’t come back crying.

Give me your attention; take care of me and listen to my silences like I do with you.

I can guarantee I’ll be there for you on your bad days before your good ones. The only thing I want from you is more words to fill in the void of my blank papers.

At the end of the day you know you heart me, your one and only, diary.