A Haiku about cheap notebooks…

Obsessive? You say I’m obsessive?

New beginnings.

I believe I have passed as an element of the odd, even to those most akin to me. What I do has become such a food for thought and perhaps would never be considered as simple as the actual action of scratching the ballpoint against a blank page.

Memories in journals bring back a sense of balance. It reminds me to share now and later. It is a legacy.

With different subjects.