This Is Where I Come To Be Alone

The page that receives my rants, vomits and dribbles…
my most intimate moments captured on the run and
on the fly…..most primordial of times when I put my
mind down where I can see and reflect on it…a different
kind of mirror…all mirrors are the same...they reflect
the truth what’s there without adding or subtracting…
that’s why I like mirrors…that’s why I aspire to be
one of them…that’s why I come to this mirror…this
blank page that says so nothing yet means so much to me.