come back2me...

gahh, i lost my lil' red composition book on a plane to Ohio. After six hours of flying, i couldn't even process my own name, let alone remember to get my HEART out of the pocket of the seat in front of me. Part me wants to believe, i lost it for a reason, and the other half believes that it'll come back to me in due time. All i'm sure of is that my red book, helped me express myself in ways that only i could understand. Maybe, your brain never forgets the words your heart speak, right? Hopefully.