The little black notebook sitting on the bed
weathered and trodden down with words and thoughts,
burdened by anger, pain, sorrow,
but also joy and anticipation.
It rests in the corner unbothered in solitude,
waiting patiently for a new page to unfurl its wings, a new chapter.
Ink stains and scribbles,
a warm blanket of gratitude and reflection.
An eye into all I dream,
all I fear,
all I need.
This silent hour,
its security calls to me.
A safe haven,
a place to leave behind my troubles
where I sit quietly
watching the world go by.
~J