tonight

If I could do anything in the world that I wanted, this would be it. I would gather up my thousand journals and stuff them into leather bags. I would jump on my pony and we would take off across the countryside, village to village, the pages flapping out of the bags, out of my sleeves and out of my hair. Grabbing fist fulls of the pages I would cram them into the empty hands of the villagers on the street, they would gasp, some would shout and try to chase me, but they would never catch us. I wouldn't come back until they were all gone, if then.