I wonder… how did a mere forty-eight hours become long enough for a chapter to be a story in its own right?

I guess the feeling that all our experiences are woven together in some story, somewhere… I guess it takes over, sometimes. When the wind blows, and the pages flick past faster and faster…

I suppose we all need things like this sometimes, to open our eyes… But as yet, they’re open just a fraction, the eyes of a daydreamer in the sunlight.

One day perhaps, they’ll be open wide. And then the sunlight will sparkle in them, a shine beyond beauty…

So how does this chapter end – a happy ending? I hope so… But if that’s not it, even if it takes all the energy I have, I’ll make it a happy ending. Because that’s what any story, no matter how short, deserves.

The future is full of soft grass, and pure sky, and sunlight…

Y’know… it kinda’ feels good to write this kind of entry, like I always used to, rather than just writing down what I did each day… I’m sure my random spouting of pseudo-poetry probably annoys people reading the journal though, so my apologies for today’s entry!