Scribbles on the last few pages of notebooks,
Some complete, some incomplete,
These are my expressions,
Faint, etched in lead
Erasable but meaningful…
I am these scribbles,
Illegible to others, legible to myself,
Incomplete to others
Complete to myself
I stop when I’ve run out
I stop when I think I’d rather imagine
I stop when the words cease
When I think maybe all can’t be written
4 comments:
beautiful..wish i knew a lil' of you or maybe there is so much of u i know...
will come back sometime.
Thank you for visting..
Its amazing when you feel a connection..maybe not be resplendent,but faint...
i also scribbled ... i dont remember what and i dont know why. only now there is no "back of the laptop" to scribble on. we have moved on too far for our own good.
I still have a notebook, I still scribble on "notepad" (sounds very much alike).
Yes, we have moved on too far..
These little notes,they make me happy and they make me cry.
Above all they remind me of who I am.
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