Dear Diary

Today feels particularly different...

The mysteries of halos and goodbyes

Confounding my heart

Confining my sentiments

Diary,diary here is a bit of my privacy

Give it a touch of King Midas

and turn them into pure gold

Diary, diary

Hear the lethargic expression of my heart

See the blurring sense in my tongue...my tongue

And hold it in its wholeness of amnesia...

Cause I don't ever want to loose

Pieces of me again.