Beginnings

There is something uniquely refreshing about beginnings; there’s none of the sorrow that comes with ending, turning the last page, breathing your last breath. No. You feel only the anticipation of what’s to come, as you open the book, breathing in seemingly endless stretches of words. Yet even as you turn those first few pages; there is still that shadow of a thought that lingers, deep in the hidden corners of your mind: nothing lasts forever; all good things come to an end. You’re wrong. That thought, that moment in time, that lasts forever, suspended in that place between dreams and reality, where thoughts live. On and on and on. Forever.

I've never had a journal, not a proper one, anyway. There were always those cutesy childish ones with the sparkly covers that came with locks, so no one could pry into the drama of my eight-year-old life. I must of gone through at least ten of them, though I never wrote more than fifteen pages without giving up. The only remotely interesting journal I had wasn't enthralling because of its content, but because it was a Harry Potter diary, modeled after the screaming book in the Philosopher’s Stone; every time I opened it, it would wail for a good twenty seconds. Needless to say, that got a little infuriating after awhile. The only journals I’ve really filled were the ones teachers made us write in every day. Mine are mostly filled with stories and pictures; I didn’t much like to write about myself, I guess. So, here I am, making another pathetic attempt at documenting my life. I hope this time it lasts. Forever.

Peace,

OpheliaRose

Word of the day-
Meander: To wander aimlessly
Favourite colour-
Whispering Woods Blue
Random thought-
Potato waffles might taste nice. ^-^