Notecopies can carry so many things
Joy
Pain
Memory
Insanity...
At first,
the handwriting was clean.
Even the margins were polite.
A notebook someone arranged
But somewhere—
something cracked.
Missing dates
Messy but controlled writting
Disappeared margins
Writting crossed out
then rewriting them,
then crossing them out again.
Some pages had nothing
But should I call it nothing?
Repeative words
It gets messy and unclear as I further turn the pages
Tore out page
Traces of deep and sharp pen done with force
Writting so deep that it tore the pages in half
But there was tears in that rage
Writtings dissolved
Blurried out with the drop
And by the end,
There were only tears left.