The book. It started out with words full of happy thoughts, hopes and dreams. It slowly turned to sadness, frustration, and then, well, nothing. I ran out of words. I ran out of wishes and prayers and those happy thoughts. I don't look at 'the book' anymore. I refuse to be swallowed whole by the words in the book. The numbers.
The two words below, ironically, became two of the most common words that people would say to me...
...and it will happen. Well people, it hasn't.
But it will. I know it will.
I might resume writing in the book again someday. Maybe.
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