Online Diary Entries: Somewhere Only We Know

I walked across an empty land with a pen in my hand and my notebook in the other like they knew the pathway to where we needed to be. I felt the earth beneath my bare feet as I sat by the river and it made me feel complete. Oh simple thing where have you gone? I am here to talk to you because I’m getting tired of the life that I’m leading I need someone to rely on have you found someone for me as I came across a fallen tree that use to be yours; I felt like the branches where looking at me, I wrote in my notebook as I sat on your tree. Is this the place we use to love? Is this the place that I’ve been dreaming of? I can’t see your little doors anymore or the door that you made me to climb in.

Oh simple thing, where have you gone? I’m getting old and I need something to rely on. If you have a minute why don’t we go back to where you are now as we can talk about it only somewhere we know. This could be the end of everything if we don’t meet; your my peace my everything, so why don’t we go to your land through that door of yours. Somewhere only we know so that no one can find us for hours.

Let me finish your story in my notebook. I like it when you sit on my shoulder and flying around getting excited that I’m there looking over my shoulder trying to read what I have written. Oh simply thing where have you gone? Oh there you are you cleverly disguised yourselves as dandelions; you did your magic with lots of pixie dust, so no one can come in or see what’s happening around me. I’m glad that we are back into somewhere only we know.

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