Dear Journal,

If to no one else I just want to talk to you, to you my Journal. Do you notice the change in me? Do you notice how I fake this cheer and how I over indulge in enthusiasm? My art is some where else lately because I am some where else physically and mentally. I live in my sub contentious mind maybe I've always been here. I see other things other worlds places I've been but never have been. Perhaps I've never really lost this child living in this decrepit body. It could be that I have captured her and I am torturing her by keeping her so bored. But I cannot help but enjoy her presents, her thoughts, her feelings, and everything that she is. Her being is one with me, a piece of this puzzle that seems to have lost segments. I feel confident with her whispering in my ear of funny tidbits and thoughts that come to her whim. Maybe secretly I am her prisoner or it could be that we are lost soul-mates and this is the only way we can be together. If so she may live with me forever not just in till I die but beyond that. Note that she is not my lover but something much more valuable and I cherish her.

Sincerely,
Talisha