i miei pensieri

I like writing, reading the most.

but I don't read, nor I write.

I am a visitor; to pages and to screens.

I scribble anything to everything.

calling my feelings, harnessing myself.

anything that makes slight sense,

but mostly it just sucks.

but I don't give up,

its therapy, cheap one for a cheapo like me.

its a platform, it can be anything,

diary, friends, mocker, anything that fits my emotions.

basically, I think its self indulge twaddle.

that I love,

who keeps my secrets.

anything to everything.

this,

one of many thoughts,

I am asking you to keep it because I need to free some space from my brain.

I have lots to process today,

work and home.

i miss home.