I started this journey with blankness..
In the hope to fill my life with substance.

Thoughts swirl around me
as if I'm in the middle of a sea.

I was restless, wanted a friend.
Who will hear me without judging me like everyone else.

I confined in you, trusted you
that you would understand what I went through.

Believe me when I can't trust myself, I trust you.

I see a better me after opening up to you.

I write what I wanna hear from you.

So when I read it I could assume that you're feeling it too.

Now I can't imagine myself without you.

It's weird that my thoughts are clearer when I read them here.

I cry a bit more harder when I see your pain through my eyes.

I fall in love a bit more faster when I see you blush after midnight hour.

I am the book and you are my reader.

Flip my pages and dust off my images.

I am your story and you are my storyteller.

Keep reading till my chapter ends, place the book on a bookshelf.

In dear memory of my thoughts stay silent for a two minute mourn.

I have always heard the cliche 'Books are man's best friend',
and I have always believed in it too, but never to this extent though.

So thank you dear for being there when no one else was near.

And thank you to all those who have inspired me to write.
My gratitude cannot be expressed in mere diction.