Journal.

Chaos, Bound in leather. Truth and trance- Bleeding together, Following no order Of the clock or calendar, Tiny doodles and endless rants, Racing thoughts in hurried slants, A quiet haven when thoughts haunt Confiding my deepest wants, Confessions unfurl- sweet and wry Never met with a smirk or prying eyes Holding what the heart can't Cradling truths that deeply daunt, Yielding to the pressure of the pen, Etching the heavy dread I bore then, Absorbing the chaos of my soul, Ironing out the creases and folds, Of a weary, wound up mind- As it pours out and unwind. ©qavyette