50 Pages Of Grace

If you read this journal, you won't know who I am on the outside.

You could see me in public and not know even know it.

Something you can see, something you will see, is my container of thoughts.

I guess that's basically the same thing,

Knowing my thoughts and knowing who I am, that is.

My journal is like an open door to my mind.

All I ask, is that you close the door behind you.

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I'm not really sure why I picked up this journal.

I don't think it's because I saw it; worn down leather, pages, random papers and things sticking out, and thought, "Hey, I bet someone out there is looking for this. I bet they're still nearby. Maybe I could find them."

I think, it's because I saw it and knew that there was a story behind it, an interesting one at the least.

What I didn't know at the time, is that there was much more than a story.

Behind this journal was an adventure.