The Diary

this is my diary it is blank It carries no meaning no past no present yet it longs for a friend to keep secrets with. It has found me. the diary listens to every word I say. It respects me no matter what I say . The diary feels, it thinks because now you given it a clue to what thought it is you've given it a taste of the ice cream that you had, and you've given it it' own insight into morals and values but the diary is sad Its in love with me you see. it feels me holding back when I write every time. thoughts that don't go into the diary our the ones it's most envious for. And for that the diary is not complete so even when there's nothing left to write the diary will feel blank inside.