Forgive me,
For all the notebooks that have collected dust within the past year.
for all the pages that were begging for some dripping blue ink to let them feel whole again.
forgive me, for all the times my head became my own jail cell and I was constantly searching for ways to run away.
you were right there.
in the corner of my eye.
but 365 days have passed by and it hadn't crossed my mind to pick you up and write all my 22 emotions away.
I should've filled you up in a beautiful cursive and wrote endless paragraphs of every feeling I bottled up in the empty metal room that was created in my mind.
forgive me,
for the vibrant white pages are now just an accumulation of dust and an ugly shade of yellow.
lastly, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for not giving you a gateway from all the madness and the tragic melancholy you had to experience this past year.
you did not deserve this.
to: all the empty notebooks in my bedroom shelf and myself.
ps. -always have some sort of a gateway from everything that's bothering you. for me that was writing and not writing for a year or so was extremely intoxicating. please find your OWN gateway and never forget it's path. (Whether it’s sports,yoga,reading,listening to music or even writing..)It's the only thing that's going to keep you sane.
