I no longer compulsivly write in my journal. It is no longer my solace. I have other non-lethal vices...writing down my thoughts here is not one of them. Elsewhere, perhaps, but not here. Has my journal died? Gone to a place where it is needed more? Or the graveyard where diaries go when they are no longer needed at all? Will I ever know? Maybe. I will find a new thing to latch onto, to glomp, to hold tightly to, no matter how they try to pry me off. Maybe I'll reserrect this journal later, when my other hold out wash out. Or maybe it'll be dead a long time...I won't know until then.
Lunar Strawberry · Wed Jul 05, 2006 @ 08:31am · 1 Comments |