Tuesday

Baby, I'd leave you for the person you used to be..

But really, do Joel and Clementine end up together at the end of the movie? I guess we'll never know. Their love was great, but they were too destructive to each other. Maybe some relationships are just like that. You have to forge your own ending at the end.... that was always the appeal, you see?
love, polly

Friday

The curtain falls. Its velvet folds brush my face

So. I'm done. And it's just as simple as that. His thoughts written, my thoughts. A dream. 
I'm not one who is in her normal state.  
End.
The velvet curtain falls. The audience applauds. And then there is nothing more. Just the thought that everyone is alone. Alone in their own little bubble.
love, polly

Thursday

wouldn't that be beautiful?

I've been meaning to start recording my thoughts in some shape or form lately. Actually, for a long time now. I fear that when I'm old I will eventually forget the dreams I once had in my brain. The things I wanted to do when I got older. Sights I yearned to see. People I needed to meet. Ever since I was a little girl I have loved writing. Although I was in journalism, I didn't really live up to my writing potential. Too many things going on besides the stories I was typing (although two or three of my stories made the front page). I'm just going to go ahead and blame it on the event I wrote about. Or, because it was the most relevant story at the time. I figure, why not?

Although, I'm not sure if I want anyone else to read. It could just be a private release for myself. I suppose I'll find out what I want sooner or later.

I have yet to find myself. Sometimes the blackness of my mind at night is beautiful.
I can get away from all of the thoughts that don't matter.
I have been meaning to expand my vocabulary.
I have been meaning to spend more time with my mother.
I need to visit my 94 year old grandmother more often.
I let things slip right through my fingers before I even knew they were there.

Which brings me back to the reason why I wanted a journal. I have so many thoughts and realizations. Pen and paper? My hand can't possibly keep up with my mind. I'm sure the keyboard would be better.