Please, No More Notebooks

I have a tiny request for everyone
No. No

Please don’t gift me another notebook
Really. Really

I love them far too much
Too much. Too much

Every beautiful cover whispers my name
Whisper. Whisper

I tell myself, “This is the last one”
Last. Last

Then another one appears with lovely paper
Oops. Oops

Now my shelves look like a stationery festival
Help. Help

Some are waiting for poems
Waiting. Waiting

Some are waiting for sketches
Waiting. Waiting

And some are simply waiting for the perfect first page
Someday. Someday

So if you love me, give me a hug instead

Enough. Enough

#roksanatales

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A little confession…

I truly love notebooks. They hold dreams, poems, sketches, random thoughts, secret little notes, and even complete gibberish. There is something magical about a fresh page waiting for a story

The funny part is, I already have more notebooks than I could possibly fill. Yet every time I see another beautiful one, I wonder if I should bring it home too. I honestly have no idea when I’ll ever use them all, but somehow, I still can’t resist …

Do you also collect notebooks faster than you can fill them, or are you someone who finishes one before buying the next?

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