the more i learn
to let go. to forgive.
to not worry about
what could've happened or the future.
the more pages in my diary
stay empty.

do the missing lines
speak of happiness..
or is it the emptiness
not in the diary. but in me.
that i fail. to fill the lines
with any feeling.
but missing the times
when even 356 pages
weren't enough
for me
to describe
the world around me.

- P. S. Aislinn