Keepsake

It was but moments ago that I had purchased a quaint little book with a black spine and light brown cover with the words "Journal" etched into it. Behind it's cover the book contains pages upon pages of blank lines hungry for phrases, ideas, thoughts- anything that can grow within the mind and be able to be spewed onto white, crisp paper. I've taken to a goal that I set for myself at this minute- that I create words from my own understanding and thoughts while out and about the streets of this world and record them into this little notebook. All I can do is hope that by recording my findings that I will better comprehend the world and myself.