dear diary
I’m feeling lost again
thinking of way back when
every night I’d sit down to write
dear diary
no longer an ink affair
my fingers now glide through air
your pages compressed to a phone by my chest
type, delete
I just repeat
waiting for answers to light up my screen
type, delete
I just repeat
type, delete
paper to data and data to glory
up in the cloud they are saving my story
paper to data and data to glory
adding the lines to my digital diary
dear diary
my nights used to be for you
secrets only we knew
then years came in grand
put a phone in my hand
I feel so weary but mirrors say “you’re a child”
so many hurricanes swirling inside my mind
I need some help so I’m reaching out through my phone
only to realize we’re all lost and alone
so many bytes with my life I could fill
if I don’t live forever at least my words will