My life is just like my diary. Few pages, filled completely, the others blank.
All the pages have their own rhymes to recite, own tempo, own highs and lows.
Some pages have a horror story written on them, however, I don’t regret to have penned them down because I was both, the writer and the protagonist.
While some pages have a story- The “What if Story”? These are the pages I couldn’t fill up well but I wish I could.
Then some pages are the doodles- the ones I made in leisure, whose meanings I don’t know or the relevance of those to the person I was, that moment of my life.
“My life is just like my diary”- Some pages filled, some blank but it’s a beautiful diary and I’m glad it’s my diary.