journals

we keep them in discreet. we bulk 'em about pasts and present. current updates and chronicle of life. Safely locked deep inside our drawers to no acknowledgement of others. A secret with much pleasure to everyone else's demise. A literary note on nosy little life of ours, society, and the world encircle it.

Simply it is a pleasure for some people but nightmare for others. It's a silent companion for lone soul and the noisy crowds outside. It's every eavesdropper's paradise. A simple silent witness. Or so they assumed...

Virtual makes them not so discreet. "I know about what you know about what they know". It's always a circle of newsflash. This begins with only a person, a journal, and society.

Oh how we love our journals. The best companion a dreamer ever have and other's notorious nightmare.