Parting is such bittersweet sorrow
I am saddened. I have lost a dear friend this night. My heart has been sick for her all week, we finally converse. Our conversation, bittersweet and cold. She is changed, no longer the warm-hearted friend I knew. I shall miss my dear friend Corrine. I will miss her laughter, our interesting conversations together. It causes me great pain that she has turned this way. What is she?! Does she believe she is the only one who has a heart?! I do have a heart and she is one of the few people to whom I have entrusted it. I cannot help but feel this is partly my fault, I cannot help but blame myself for her fate. If so I cannot be forgiven, I don't deserve to be. I failed you my friend! I wish her a happier life if indeed that can be achieved. Farewell Corrine.

The Night
The night. A great mystery and comfort. Fathomless darkness encircles all around as it's glittering orbs speckle the sky. All devoured within this shed. Breezes, it's breathe brething down my neck and face. Eyes all around, spying everything and everyone, no silence. Voices speak, muffled together in their mirth. Hidden dangers, visual beings surviving in it's cloak of shadow. Who knows what lies beyond this darkness, this world of deceit and fabrications. I marvel in it all, not necessarily as others might proceed in doing. A admiration and calming comfort rises in me at this time. My solace, my friend, my confidant. It's cloak, it's shield intriques me like no other. The wind, it's voices, speak, speak to me, let me understand. Show me your wonders and delights even though I don't fully understand or conceive your darkness. Shining in the moon light, ivory beams casting above molds and vastness of it's land. Casting a light within. Casting light upon sparkiling waves of crystaline waters. Calm they be, accepting this glowing light, this fragile beauty under the whim of their lord and master. Scents mingling withing the atmosphere, flowing with the voices and the shadows. Innocence, danger, bloodshed, love. A endless jungle, you may not see it in traditional terms but the jungle is there. I n each place you look. Endless battle always in occurance at some point, somewhere...........

Awakenings
Ah, this shall be my first entry on to here. Where shall I begin? I have so many thoughts to relieve on this journal of mine. I never realized what a wonder this technology could be. I welcome you to my thoughts. These are my feelings, views, thoughts and contemplations. I welcome you. I have so much to write here yet not enough time to do so. This is the first of many entries yet to come. Adeiu and farewell for now my friends. Until next time I say, "Good-night, good-night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good-night til it be morrow"