This journal is a memory.

A lost soul going through the torturous journey of finding its way.

This journal represents not what is, but what was.

What was lost, forgotten in the tides of changing time.

Lost never to be found again.

This journal is the love of all things passionate...

The living, yet unseen reminder of what it was like to feel.

This is a journal of love and loss.

Of experience both trying and advantageous.

This journal is why we keep going on as we do

Blissfully unaware of its guidance

Of it's pull on our very own lives.

It's significance and value is lost on us

As a soul is lost when the body has decayed.

We know it not

Yet it is always there

Watching.

Waiting.

Waiting for its time to come.