tryst

Journaling and poetry used to be an escape for me, but as time passes it almost seems like a trap, a sort of cage for the emotions that justifies never sharing those feelings and thoughts with PEOPLE. People who matter. People like family, best friends, enemies, lovers.

I'm not saying my diary days are over, and I'm also not insinuating that this piece of shit bears any resemblance to a real diary...I'm basically saying that there are two sides to the coin, and right now, I'm choosing to stop self indulging and share my deepest bits with human beings.