November 15, 2012 § Leave a comment


Today I start this journal. I look forward to it, writing on a blank canvas every now and then; when I’m able. Journals are but such of delicate, quirky, and at times fantastic things. I say this because its only after you start documenting and adequately writing into a journal, that you realize just how much it can mean to you, how it can understand you and voyage with you on whichever journey you are cast to go forth—oh never mind that. There’s delicacy in the depths of the pages—theres only so much to fill. I started two books today. One of which I’m reading, and one of which I’m writing. November 12th, 10:54 PM


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