My Pin, My paper

My Pin, My paper.
I confide in them.
My pin tells everything as it scribles down how I feel down onto this piece of paper.
My paper inhales every word as its own.
Its as id the words just appear and there everything I am feeling inside.
My whole soul goes down onto this paper.
The paper listens.
No feed back.
Listens with no judgement.
My paper knows my life story.
Every secret
Every late night
Every tear that falls off my cheek,
falls straight to my paper.
And it absorbs everything
again and again
Its always here
no matter what time,
how long,
or how sad.
It keeps listening
without judging me.
My pin My paper.