The Milton Scribe

I wonder what would happen if
I filled this notebook up before
the end of the day ∘ it would
leave me a lot of content,
like that one time at the air-
port ∘ I just wrote like a
madman ∘ it’s
calming, yet also tense to start
to think about the massive
amounts of time that
could’ve gone towards writing
lost on some endeavor ∘ though
it’s hard to get mad at those
endeavors considering
my heart is always in the
most loving of write places