This is a collection of journal entries. A compilation of thoughts that I have written in the margins of books, words scribbled out on the back of paper napkins and sentences taken from the lines of an old notebook.
I doubt this will ever be read, But if you happen to stumble across it?
Please be careful. Its all I have..
Saturday
vulnerable
unless the tears I shed for you shall quench this burning flame, it will consume me through and through, and leave but ash - a name.
