Just To Say

Found an old diary

At the drawer.

All the pages were blank,

And the first page was torn out.

 

These blank pages echoes much,

Now left to be filled,

By the spirit of that torn page.

For the broken things,

Reminds everyone,

Of its pricelessness.

 

And speaking with oneself,

Is the best company a person can have,

Because everything seems possible,

Inside the isolation.