Journal entry on July 27th

So many thoughts

Tumbling, stuck, overflowing

Some held tightly to my heart

Some written in black ink on lined pages

While others flow freely if there happens to be an ear around to hear

So many masks

And perhaps no one even knows

That the mask IS a mask

And under it is a tender heart

That has been washed with tears and put out to dry

So many moments

Past, Present and future

The Good, the bad and the ugly

Its no wonder one wears a mask

Somehow it just seems safer that way.

So many opportunities

Some taken

Many missed

And some waiting to be grasped

By hands that are upturned, opened and and yet not sure if they really want more.

So many people

All around but busy within their own thoughts

Behind their own masks

Mulling over their own moments 

And letting opportunities slip through their fingers

Like grains of sand in the hour glass

Never to be touched again

Only to be turned over to mark the next passage of time

So many thought

Some held close to the heart

Not wanting a single thought to be wasted

Or thrown like pearls to the swine.

And many more being captured by the ink that flows from the pen

And one day, may be read by a different generation

In a different time

And place

And it will only make sense to the writer

Unless the reader knows her well enough to read between the lines.

Written by Joy