Throughout a white paper smeared with ink and the smell of a virtuous feather, love screams out between scrawled lines and yells utterly within dismal words .. Oh, yes words that witnessed daily my awkward sorrow, yet my ecstasy , faithful letters that hid my emotions ..
Whenever my dreams collapsed every now and then, my faithful diary seems to sooth the vociferous soul .. miraculously, healed the wounds pinching in her vulnerable heart ..
it seems so weird this reciprocal correlation between that Me and her dairy , maybe is too insane to even revere it as a faithful love but it is true , it is true ..