I discard secrets on the pages left unpublished.
A contract between me and the universe to keep ‘em hidden.
The pad is the place of my purest healing.
She sometimes may even keep me livin’.
Shes a reminder of 2017’s memories,
And a keeper of my fewture visions.
My largest supporter,
But also the place that holds my deepest fissures.
The pad plays therapist,
Luckily the sessions are freedom.