10/19/11
The days are getting shorter and darker and colder. And I'm wasting a lot of time on nothing, therefore the days feel even more shorter. Neverthless, tonight a storm is raging outside. There is something about storms that break my heart, always. I can't quite put my finger on it, not now anyway. I don't have much to say really. It's a silent night, save for the storm. I have a window open and it sounds as if there were a roaring sea right beneath my window. The wind, it is like a roaring insatiable ocean. And it sounds every now and then as if ghosts and shadows were behind my window, moaning right through the window louvers. I can't help but to let my mind wander. A thought of ghosts and shadows and nocturnal creatures deep in the woods having a banquet for the night creeps to my mind. Suddenly I have an hopeless urge to write about it. Perhaps I will.
However, tonight I feel mostly like lighting some candles and reading The Book Thief, and perhaps at some point I shall start writing in this beautiful journal that my grandmom gave me as a birthday gift. (Also, my birthday flower is dying already. In this time of decay its scent and presence brings a little joy to me. I think I will press the remaining flowers in books. If only you could capture a smell somehow... Although, now that I think about it, there might be a way.)
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Oh, do! I feel inspired just reading your wonderful musings. I've found open windows are always the beginning of some wonderful train of thought. And stormy nights and thoughts of ghouls are always so inspirational.
ReplyDelete"And I'm wasting a lot of time on nothing, therefore the days feel even more shorter." Same here. *sigh*
Did you have a birthday recently, then? If so, Happy Belated Birthday! That journal is lovely. The only way I can think of capturing a smell is storing it like a memory. But smell-memories are not as easily conjured as a typical memory.
I will! Thank you so much! I agree. I think open windows are like windows to wonderful thoughts. And stormy nights, there's just something about them.
ReplyDeleteI think the only thing that actually makes everything a little bit better is to know that I'm not the only one wasting time, though.
I did, yes. I actually told about it in my tumblr but it didn't really occur to me that not everyone is there. I probably should have made a post about it on my other blog though. Anyways, I turned 18 last Monday. So I've been 18 for a whole week already. Thank you!
That is one way, although so easily forgettable. You don't really remember the smell until you smell it again, although you do recognize it in a special way. I actually thought of compressing the flowers into liquid and storing the smell in liquid form in some bottle. I used to do that when I was little. I, along other kids, made 'rose water', so to speak, from these rose bushes that are planted all over the suburbans here. I figured it could work for other flowers too, you never know.
Beautiful journal. Do you journal a lot by hand? And do you write in English when you are writing for yourself?
ReplyDeleteThank you. I do. Although I haven't that much lately since I've lost my journal somewhere in the mess that is my room. And yes, I do write in English, always since it's the only language that appeals to me. Actually I'm always writing for myself, I never do it for others.
ReplyDeleteYou are quite inspiring, Jessica. I love the photo and your introspective words...
ReplyDeleteCandles really do set a lovely mood (I lit one this morning as I wrote in my new journal.)
Happy November :) :)
Thank you so much, Jade. I love candles, well who doesn't? :D Happy November to you too :)
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