When is the War?

"Come to Me" by Mary J. Blige

...that was love / that was then / that was us / miracles / I changed you / you changed me / this is how these things go...

I had to go buy a journal. I write an enormous amount of something. I don't know if it's literature or crap or idleness. But whatever God would categorize it as, I produce a lot of it. Of late, I have been slipping into peculiar, random, and seemingly unprovoked episodes of melancholy that no catharsis can affect.

The thought occurred to me one day, while watching Grey's Anatomy, that maybe I need to revert to my more private, candid, and crazy form of writing. Meredith (on Grey's Anatomy) gave her best friend Christina her late mother's journal to read for her, I guess to screen it for any unbearable content. I saw the journal and understood the concept of having multiple journals, systematically documenting your person.

So I rushed to Barnes & Nobles one morning when I should have been on the way to the library and bought this beautiful, cobalt, leather bound journal with an intricate design on the front centered by a quote that reads: Like all great travelers, I have seen more than I remember and I remember more than I have seen.

That is some truth for that...this is exactly how my mind works. The thin line, the intersecting gates, the meshed fabric of fantasy and reality make me the fruit basket I am.

I write in this magic cobalt book so as to make my blues cobalt too.