When you say 'hello' to your diary after months,

between the fluttering pages you will find

a sheet of paper that will jump out to fall on your lap

and if you want, then for a few seconds

this page can be anything you would like it to be.

It could be a torn sheet from the diary you burnt

because it constantly reminded you of a heartbreak,

but you saved that one entry anyway,

you weren't ready to forget.

It could be a song you wrote when you were in love

or just inspirational quotes,

a drawing of you made by your 4-year old cousin

or just words, because you like collecting words.

That page could be a love-letter,

an angry ramble,

a sketch,

or notes from counselling psychology.

For the 30 seconds before you decide to open it

you have the power to fill that folded sheet of paper

with all the words in the world.