Journaling

Everytime I journal, it's to an

imaginary person, well, one I call "World" anyway.

For me, that's where I've always written down everything.

I wonder how lonely World’s been 

while I was away. To quote my journal, 

"I spent so much time finding my place at Olin,

I forgot to find a space for myself within myself."

Perhaps, I forgot to make time for me,

my favorite game, new shows, or books on my bookshelf.

Simply just enjoying my own company.

And tonight, all I know is that it is 12:48

My roommate’s asleep. I am the only

one here. It is quiet, tranquil.

I hold my pen. I write to

World once again.