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Lost Journal
I think I lost my moleskin journal
On the brown line this morning
It wasn’t yet completed
half of 2017 and a bit of 2018 in its pages
I wrote a goofy message as the reward:
$5 plus Taco Bell coupons
I ran out of them
What if someone claims the reward?
What if they read through it
That will be awkward when we meet face to face
I wonder if some man-hater has it now
Or an identity thief?
It’s filled with secret plans and notes,
Details about my arch enemies
And plans for weapons I was planning to create
Like a super villain on too much caffeine
I envision a sexy city chick happening upon it
Discovering my vulnerable side, my exposed naked self
With all the trimmings of blemishes and quirks
And plans within plans
They are wondering who would write such things
With carefully constructed sentences and profound
Insights
And such small, peculiar penmanship!
A piece of my soul is somewhere out there
And might be destroyed after time
If you find it, don’t read it
And turn it into me please!
I’m collecting all of my Taco Bell coupons for you
Published 7th Mar 2018
Author's Note
I lost my journal this morning as I had placed it in my north face jacket, which has deep pockets. My dog torn my backpack to shreds the other day.
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7th Mar 2018 5:29pm
This made me laugh :P It shows a lot of character. I dig it.
Seriously though, journals are like little pieces of Soul spilled onto paper and kept safe like treasure.... So sorry you lost it and I hope you find your precious soon.
Seriously though, journals are like little pieces of Soul spilled onto paper and kept safe like treasure.... So sorry you lost it and I hope you find your precious soon.
7th Mar 2018 5:34pm
