You are just what I needed. I have so much in my thoughts and in my heart and my soul and I don't know where to send it.
I used to have journals and journals of poems, writings and letters to nobody and everybody. Why did I stop?
I used to be able to just take a pencil and let that be my voice and not even know what I was writing until I was done. I have lost that somewhere along my past and I need it.
I miss the smell and feel of new journals and journals that are filled with my thoughts.