hello my dearly neglected journal, which relays truths and darks. ah, today. well, little and much to report. dreamt of heaven again. it was filled with dandelions and a spray of buttercups. oh, and loves. it was full of love. beyond the mindset and embedded within the literal, new beginnings terrify but refresh, beckon and yet repel. can this be normal? if so, hurrah for new beginnings! they make life far from the dull pallor of this reality ramble!
well, adieu for another today, and if i forget to tell you tomorrow, you're a treasure, dear journal, with your mindless listening ear. a treasure.