journal

i bought me a nice journal

from a bookstore and everything.

it's beautiful, and a little

expensive,

and my mamma woulda gotten

mad at me for buying it.

she'd say you write just the same in a

cheap, plain journal.

i bought it because

i need to write. i need

a record of my life.

i need to find myself, somehow.

maybe a book of my life will

help me find out who i am outside of

school, and cross-country, and soccer,

and whatever adults tell me to do.

i read all the time now. my mind

can't stay in my world.

it needs to leave all the time,

to sneak into the skin of

a character, and live their life

instead.