i bought a notebook to write down my thoughts
there's a vague nostalgia to it
gridded pages, faintly yellow, or maybe not
maybe i only imagined it that way
it's a warm feeling, despite the fact i bear no fond memories
that time was harsh, cruel
like the rough scratching of the fine point on parchment
like the bitter coffee stain in the lower left hand corner
odd that those are pleasant to me
the memory remains unpleasant
i bought a notebook to write down my thoughts
new thoughts, new context, new notebook
the inspiration strikes me at night
but my glasses are off
and it's too dark to see

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