this gallon...

i have this gallon
i feel it up with all my feelings
my thoughts and pleasures
my problems and concerns
my hopes and dreams
i vent
and it let's me
without question, it accepts me
failures and successes
the flaws and all
i can feel it
our connection
without it, these matters would consume me
become an insuppressible burden
but i have this gallon
it understands me
the good, the bad, the unusual
the laughs, the cries, the critical
moments, where i just can't explain
it fills in the blanks
it edits my mistakes
it allows me to erase, but never forget
the best of both
intertwined duality
well balanced, symphonic
almost harmonious, but just that
almost
i have this gallon
my hiding place
when i rather not be found
the explanation
when words only limit its meaning
the diary, unwritten
stories untold
expressions of a lost soul,
or found spirituality, for that matter
the articulation of emotions unspoken
i have this gallon...