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"we drank a toast to innocence
we drank a toast to time
reliving in our eloquence
    another 'auld lang syne'..."



~ Dan Fogelberg ~








a month-long affair with a video game has kept me away from these gardens... but the journals all... and the desire to share compels me to return as the time passing without sharing feels like missing pieces in the puzzle of life... so here I am... again, three months behind (for those who have followed along since the beginning (unfortunately, the beginning of even this phase of the journals have been wiped from the web... and without time to even keep up with today, revising yesterday's pages will wait for now)...

and what are we without our memories?... amazing children living in the moment, naturally (or unnaturally, depending on personal preference... I'll stay with naturally as much as possible)... but memories deepen us, adding so much to our experience, that they can become treasures (or, if unresolved, hellish nightmares)... most of my memories are treasures, though I have had little incentive or desire to drawn on them for inspiration for I am not sharing much these days... I use memories to create babbles and rhymes, but the lack of sharing brings me down and memories of sharing lead me towards facing the emptiness I live in today... a paradox, perhaps, but definitely depressing for the artist who craves sharing more than anything in this life...

I remember love
still the best feeling
I've ever known
still the best memory
life's ever shown
beautiful and wonderful
even alone
though it's not meant to be
alone

I remember love
gazing through the moonlight
holding my hand
shining down a promise
I understand
more than we can cntain
or command
though it can be held in
one hand

bits and pieces of memories
fading for lack of sharing
bits of pieces of you and me
fading for lack of caring

I remember love
still the best feeling
I've ever known
still the best memory
life's ever shown
beautiful and wonderful
even alone
though it's not meant to be
alone



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