quiet pile

This is good, so very good. My offline journal has surprised me. I don’t grow weary of writing in it like I used to. Last night I required three and a half pages just to get out my thoughts. I would have never guessed that my hands had so much to say. It gets to the point where a tiny sliver lies in my mind all day, itching, dormant. It’s the desire to be quiet, to sit with my Quiet Pile , and spend time away from pressing realities.
There is so much more to say, but it is time for class.