My Book

My book has many pages. Several empty. Yet to be found. But most full. Some full with shaky handwriting. Some filled with loops and thrills. Others filled with slow streaks and tear stains. Most are filled with slow streaks and tear stains. But this is just how life flows. But I, I have a special tool. Simply an eraser. An eraser that can erase the streaks and tear stains. An eraser that is always there for me. An eraser that creates loops and thrills in my empty pages. An eraser that comes with me in my pages of shacky handwriting, streaks, and tears. I have a friend. Not the ordinary. So much more. Her pages have shaky handwriting. Loops and thrills. Slow streaks and tear stains. So she is there for me. And I am there for her. She is transcendent. My book is filled with our pages.

A friend is something to keep.