19 February 2013
Pieces of me on every page A diary, a story, trapped in a cage.
Fragments of my hearts scattered, free, I write, its how its supposed to be.
Ideas and brainwaves clutter the paper, I think I'll just get round to them later.
A lifetime of words, the lifetime of me, Come in with the tide, like a raging sea.
Thoughts of mine in every space, But close the book, and I vanish, without a trace.
DIARY • Opuss № I