empty pages

zennerthanyou bought me a beautiful blank book for valentine's day that finally showed up today. it smells like leather and handmade paper and feels like a new beginning. not that i'll abandon my other book, but. this one has secrets in it. it wants to whisper rather than shout. it wants not to be afraid to say anything it wants. sometimes you can look at an object, brand new without any life in it, any soul, and you can see where it's heading. how the world will wear on it and claim it. or pehaps i mean how it will claim you. it might be hard to pin down, but when i find the right pen, believe me, i'll try.