I don’t have a diary, I don’t write things into a diary. 

I imprint myself into the sky and when the sunlight shines brightly, I can stand under the sun’s rays and everything I have imprinted of myself into the sky, I will begin to see again, feel again, remember. And when the wind begins to blow, it blows the details over my face, and I remember everything I left in the sky and see new things being born. 

I am unwritten.

C. JoyBell 

by angrywhistler