Old Journal Entries 2016-12-21

Bread and Music

Music I heard with you was more than music

And Bread I broke with you was more than bread;

Now that I am without you all is desolate;

All that was once so beautiful is not dead.

~Conrad Aiken

This one is an actual journal entry by me:

Each sunrise is a symbol of the start of a new day, a new beginning. With this also is the realization of new goals and new desires to set forth. I rely on the thought that there will be another tomorrow, another sunrise, more goals and more desires. I cannot look but from day to day an accomplish goals one by one. Life is for the living and heeds no rush for it passes as quickly as it wishes.

Another by me:

Woe is me when the burdens of life fall so heavily upon my shoulders. When love is lost, tears are the constant companion. Cold are the pathways a lonely heart follows. But, alas, confusion is a state for which my mind will be forever embedded.

There is a retro-concern for my emo depressive writing. Sadly, no one noticed because I hid it behind laughter and chattiness.

 

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die

Life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams go

Life is a barren field, frozen over with snow.

~Langston Hughes

 

 

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