A Journal of Sorts
"hands on a window pane watching some children laugh and play they're running in circles with candy canes and French braids inspired to question what makes us grown-ups anyway? let's search for the moment when youth betrayed itself to age so let the children play inside your heart always and death you will defy 'cause your youth will never die in searching for substance we're clouded by struggle's haze remember the meaning of playing out in the rain" ~ Creed ~ |
the cycles continue unabated... well, maybe a little abated, especially this week with the added physical challenges and all... fatigue still runs very high and whatdya know, I'm heading back to work again... I didn't schedule work for tomorrow though because I am determined to sleep tomorrow so I can be more rested for the weekend marathon (and more overtime that is available in the next few weeks)... you know, the best laid plans and all... hope? J but this is not worklife, this is... ummmm... whatever this is, it's not worklife... what's a journal, anyway?... I welcome your thoughts... when I write for me personally to understand how I feel or to make some decision the words make it more real maybe this is journaling I've been doing it my life the words carve out my story like a sculptors blade or knife and sometimes there's self-indulgence self-pity nobody should see some feelings are so intense maybe they overwhelming but if you really want to know the person who is me then you're welcome to walk along this path of journaling and as the merry month of May comes to a close (wow, how did it begin and is it really worth returning to read it in it's entirety now that's it's been updated and embossed and all?... is it like a whole book?... a musical?... a dancing chorus?), I irreverently slip some subtle (and blunt) seriousness into the flow for all who care to see... and this closing monologue will hopefully be warm and fuzzy (kind of like the way Christmas shows are supposed to end, huh?) and personally meaningful to you in some lasting place in your heart... just imagine... I don't want to be the only dreamer still alive, ya know? J get in touch... keep in touch... and come on over J |
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