Pocket Notebook
Pocket Notebook
Pocket notebook, my butter and bread
A daily essential to write about my head
That will always be used in every moment until I am dead
And if I ever run out of pages I’ll just use my hand instead
I can’t live without one not while my brain is full of inspiration
One day I hope it will be read by many future generations.
Pocket notebook, perfect whenever I feel existential
Or mental
Give me a pencil
So I can make the pages bleed with words
An let my mind flow like a soaring bird
Spilling out my racing thoughts like a runny nose
It’s as if the whole book is one whole prose.
Pocket notebook, so pleasurable,
No imagination is immeasurable
Every time I write I can feel my heart race
Which in this case
I can see the written reflection that is staring at my face
It’s one thing to keep your own thoughts in your brain
But it’s writing in a book that helps keep you sane
When it comes to pocket notebooks, there are no breaks
I just keep it around just for my own sake.
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