I never keep a diary

made to tell about the ability to confide.

  I never keep a diary , however this is one of the few points in this destitute man's life that I feel the only thing fitting of an explanation of my being is a perfectly inanimate object . I have however been writing a lot lately , short stories , poems , other periodic bursts of stupid goddamn emotion . But today I cannot simply use oddly alluring aspects of assonance and alliteration , metaphor and meter , euphony and similie and half rhyme . For they are all fustian and pointless , the word fustian is pointless too . I was texting, (the dismembered  form of communication my idiotic generation has appointed a normality) and the thought came to me , what is my biggest secret , and I knew one answer only you can know , only one true thing that I can tell no person no matter their importance , no matter how my dear conscience must be cleaned . Dear diary , I never keep a diary .  I am lonely .

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

That was a very engaging "diary" entry. You would make an awesome blogger, if you happen to choose that alternative for expressing in a journal something of your day. Thank you for sharing.

[Admiral Kirk]

Wow, that's really pretty powerful. Interesting...