Poetry

Dear Diary,
Has it been over a week since I wrote here last? I wonder how often most people make entries into their treasured diaries. I suppose as long as I need to express myself, and I have this as a medium, then it is often enough.

I could hardly concentrate today at school. My mind is still reeling over two facts. One, that I've now been able to remember parts of a dream after the accident that took my parents from me. The other is what I do and don't remember from that dream. I certainly recall not being alone, now. I was with someone special to me.