TwentyEightKeys
My first entry. This actually isn't a story, it's just a collection of thoughts and questions I came up with this morning. I was laying in bed and felt compelled to write in my new journal I bought that hasn't been touched yet, despite buying it probably almost two months ago. I poured so much emotional vulnerability and sacredness into my last journal, I haven't written much else since I filled every page of my last one. But, for whatever reason, I wrote again this morning. No thinking put into it, no planning or outlining, I literally kinda blacked out for a little bit and let my hand guide the pen which held all my thoughts for that moment. And here they are.