Today in class, my friend borrowed a piece of paper, Unaware, I gave him the piece that had a poem I sketched down a few months before. I'm still unaware to what was there, and I wish that I knew.
But, he said it was really good....
But I rarely share anything out of my blog. It's personal and real and has teardrops on every stanza. To think someone has it in their pocket breaks my heart.
I'm appreciative that someone cherishes, but am I this open? Can I be this open?
I feel incomplete.