Notebook

Compulsive writting
A notebook
All has a purpose in life
No I am not ill
I took this habit to write
To save myself
Of....this desperation holding in my profound self

I hide all in a smile
Or do I really?
I write to let go
I have learned how to dwell in the land
Of eternal dreams
I have letted some thoughts on paper
Maybe the right to loose a bit of my innocence

I have left behind me
Many things
And my mind wander in the blue
In the land's words
To let me recover of the reality