☆彡彡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 ミミ☆

The Secrets Written

I am multiple walking diaries.
My entries are composed of many others' handwriting.
I hear stores between lovers, I hold the true inner thoughts of people and their outlooks on the world.
Each page is in a different font, unique to the writer.
Some people write more often then others.
I like those writers; the ones who will fill in the blank pages, even if their day was uneventful and boring.
Some people lose their diaries.
Those are the saddest pages, I think.
To think that somebody threw it out, or simply forgot about it.
Then the final type of writer.
The ones who only write when their day was bad, seeking advice or words of wisdom from an inanimate object.
I watch and listen to those who dare to implement their feelings and thoughts.
I keep them safe, within the locked pages.
However, I learn more than I intend to.
There are times where I learn what I'm not meant to yet.
People write, and don't expect it to actually be words on a page.
Those words are kept safe within until someone else unlocks the book.