It's not like I don't want to
I do
I try
Everytime i do so i know
But as days pass i seem to have alreay forgetten
Truly i want to
I want to touch it, open it, read it and meditate on it
But i find myself waking up
I fell asleep like always
I don't fancy nor like it
I do want to
Candidly i read it sometimes
But again as time flies
I seem to have forgotten
It tatters under my pillow due to the friction and actions as i sleep
I don't like that
It sometimes collects dust and i stare at it
I do Not intend to ponder on reading it
But i find myself contemplating and next thing I'm not...