i lost my red book
i sat at a table in barnes and nobel and looked back through the pages
i held a year of pages between my fingers...
a differnt month
i looked at my little bit of life
written in horizantal lines on graph paper between two pleather covers
i put it down
"dont put it there it will fall or someone will want it and take it or youll leave it"
i left it
i bet someone took it
i would have taken it
i hope they read it and are inspired by it.
i miss it.