RIP

It's always sad yet joyful when you finish a journal. A journal becomes like a friend, a confidant... the only one who knows what you think (really)...what you think, what you actually thought unsensored and what you actually wished you'd said. It undergoes tumultuous assaults of your pen as it expresses admiration in a flowery calligraphy of love or as the ink bleeds through showers of tears of hurt or anger. It gives all of itself to you. Nothing is held back. until that fateful day when the last thought is expressed on its final page. so in honor of my dear journal i want to commemorate some excerpts from its past....


Once upon a time tales.... (from art cohort excercise, 2009)


Once upon a time, there lived a princess with long blonde hair.
Her parents required much of her while in their care.
and everyday... homework was finished on time as was each and every chore.
She tried to work harder than before.
until one day... she realized that her dreams were met with laughter and unbelief.
This broke her heart since their approval had become chief.
because of that... She moved from room to room and from chamber to chamber thinking this gave her control and power. Until the princess finally found herself in the tallest tower.
because of that... Many princes tried to free her, but they all gave up.
She slowly lost interest in her dreams, saying, I have no hope, i cannot escape!
and so it would seem.
Until finally... a prince came who did not want to come up for a kiss or who only wanted wedded bliss. That white knight did not leave in search of some dragon's lair,
nor was he strangely obsessed with her throwing down her hair.
His father had sent him on this quest, desiring nothing but her very best.
And ever since then...He has been faithful to His word, showing her that in Him, once again she can trust.
One by one the walls are falling, learning to rely only in His strength - that is a must.
He is her Hope, her Great Knight of Light.