I wrote a piece today.

I didn’t read it.

I wrote a piece today.

I deleted it.

I wrote a piece today.

I didn’t care to share.

I wrote a piece today.

It was just for me.

No one else.

It was mine.

Mine alone.

I’ll never be able to recall it.

Not in its entirety.

I’m okay with that.

Some things aren’t meant to share.

Some things are better.

Better left unpublished.

Better left unspoken.

Better left unlived.

Better left.

I wrote a piece today.

I wrote it for me.

I am Timi