Saturday, February 22, 2014
My Diary is Pink and my Journal is Blue
My hands are under the bed, and my neck is strained backwards as I
try to press my whole self under to grab my key. "It is under here
somewhere, it just dropped", I think, and finally my hands feel the stick
of the mini jagged edges. My diary is safe once again. At 10 I was
the typical 80's latch key






