Die young and save yourself

I have a lot of notebooks.

Moleskine brand mostly. My current total, is 6.

I've been neglecting them. The first one, I've had for nearly 4 years, and I'm not even a tenth of the way into it.

It's served many functions. Notes, musings, sketches. Not ever one thing for long. Yet, it's growing. It's become an outlet. Things I find too deep to blog about, too silly, they go there. I write daily now.

Poetry is making a return to. Seems in the past, I would write in hopes people might read it, a way for me to reach out. Now, it's because I have something that only translates from my mind in verse. As if my thoughts organized themselves in stanzas.

For someone who hates writing, I'm sure doing it an awful lot.