My Journal

My Journal

No one to be around.
No where to go.
Oh, I feel alone.
But then I remember
the comfort in words.
I put my pen to paper.
I write down the feeling
going through my mind.
The people I miss and
long to see.
I write down my big ideas
and wonder if I can complete them.
Plotting stories or
just brainstorming.
A piece of paper, a pen,
a computer or typewriter,
it does not matter.
I write about things
that come to mind.
And I can also confide in you,
my darkest secrets.
For no -- Now i am not alone.
I write and create my company.