First entry of a second journal
I nixed lickety-split in a moment of fury at myself for hastily including dazed and confused messages to myself at 6AM after a series of drunken bashes of college ecstacy and revelry. Considering at one point in my life I thought a political field might do me damage with the content of said messages, an entire deletion of the account seemed best. And now, admittedly, I miss a few aspects of livejournal and quite possibly the account, for it contained entries from nearly four years ago. But alas. To regain what I miss, I imagine I will update this with the hopes of some noticeable forethought in my entries, rather than a simple daily 'i did x' today. I don't intend to update my profile, if at all have one, find creative pictures or amass numerous livejournal friends. Nor do I seek, but will welcome, comments if any of my friends feel such an impulse.
This summer has been difficult for me. I am wallowing through a mental fog of sorts but am working through some missing pieces and regrouping. I am reading furiously and writing intensely. One day this summer will come to a close. In fact, sooner than later, I hope and expect.
Needless to say I'm back.... (Kirsten)
a poem I began today:
What does death mean
To the rain bucket
That only fills
When it rains?
When a daily journal
Entry cannot contain
Each obligatory obituary
For the sentinel service
Current Mood: somberCurrent Music: none.