A post about the past

Whenever I don’t feel okay, one of the things I do is to go through my past notebooks. There in the pages are piles of mess.Out-of-place doodles,Unreadable scribbles,unfinished poems,It-is-finished verses,and prayer narratives -usually having tones of frustration,then thanksgiving. It’s amazing how much treasure trove,Our notebooks can hold.So much about the past,I don’t know if they … Continue reading A post about the past