A journal once so faithfully kept is now painfully neglected. My eyes pass over it tucked away underneath some papers, books, and a layer of dust. It has been forgotten amidst the busyness of everyday life.
Is now the moment to pick it up and fill in the pages reserved for the many days past? Are those empty pages to be used?
No, now is not the time. Emotions too deep, too sacred, too painful to be put into words have a more suitable space to fill. No, they shall be forever be treasured in my heart, each and every one. The emotions of joy, pain, confusion, peace, and love shall all be kept unwritten. Let them be spoken and felt, but not written. Words written would do them an injustice. They must be treasured, not scripted down and then forgotten.
Now may be the day that the journal is retired and set up among a shelf of other journals. Each one only a fourth of the way filled. They hold the tangible, but never can they hold the sacred. The things unwritten are only to be felt.
xoxo Emma
Beautifully written! (: My journal's been neglected too, recently, hopefully that'll change!
ReplyDeleteYou have a visually stunning blog, and the content's even more beautiful! <3 Thanks for sharing all that you do, I can't wait to see more from you!