Journal #2

Dear World,

Hello. I would like to start off saying that I am no brilliant philosopher who speaks powerful and meaningful words nor a writer who could write a little and make those few words count. I am but a person with a thought and I just so happen to share it with you. All I ask is just to take a few minutes and read what I have to say. I would greatly appreciate it. Yet, if you do not want to read this then forget about this whole thing, delete it and I’m sorry for wasting your time.

As for the ones who stay continue on…

Many would probably write about life and morals everyone should follow or happiness and what it means, just opinions after opinions being shoved down your throat, but I do not what to do that. That is just rude I say. Yes, we are all entitled to our own opinions but that does not mean you have the right to force it on others. I do not want to push my opinions or views on you. I would rather have you develop your own morals, opinions, etc… instead. I am going to write a short story or poem (I have not decided yet but I will soon, promise).Take this mmm…. poem. Yes, a poem. Take this poem just as that a poem. I am not going to tell you what it means or how to interpret it or to even interpret it at all. That is up to you. All I ask of the brave reader reading this is to take a moment and separate yourself from the chaos of this strange world and read. Read for a purpose or for fun or if you have absolutely nothing better to do. Just stop, read, and think a little, maybe...

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Is it because they’re both not made of cheese?

Or feathers could be apart or use on them?

What makes this two similar?

There are infinite answers.

With these infinite answers come infinite questions.

Who knew one simple riddle could turn into so much more?

Without even realizing it.

Yet, every answer and question to come up

Is but one’s own.

One will hear others answers and questions and

then would take it all in.

The answers begin to change and

Maybe the questions, too.

All that matters is what one thinks  

And that is certainly true.

Now once more.

Why is a raven like a writing desk?