Journal
It’s just pages.
It’s just days.
And “sorry, I forgot to journal days.”
I write about how good it was.
I write about fall leaves and scribble it out.
I write about how embarrassed I am all the time.
What a whimsical thought, I just wrote.
That no one will ever see,
Which makes me sad.
After I brush my teeth, I write.
After I write, I go to bed.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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