Shed Some Light ▪ Lorelei's Journal

[Lorelei Wuornos]

[Lorelei Wuornos]

Dear journal,

I've just bought you. For some reason that's been lost to me I've suddenly had the urge to write a little. I haven't really had a journal since I left my parents home. I guess it's been thrown away since then, which saddens me. I had a lot of memories recorded in that diary, but that's alright. They're still in the back of my mind somewhere, aren't they? Simply waiting to be triggered. 

I bought you at a small bookshop down the street from my apartment. It's a quiet place and I've been spending a lot of my time there the past few months. I'd seen you quite a few times on the shelf in walking by but I never thought I'd ever purchase another journal again. When the urge to write began nipping at my finger tips you were the first to come to mind. So when I walked into the little bookshop today and saw you I couldn't help myself.

You're quite beautiful, you know. A simple, leather bound book with wonderfully crisp pages. Not like notebook paper, but older. As if you'd been made long ago. Something about you is special. It's almost as if I can feel the trees used to make your pages living on within your binding, entirely pleased with the use of which their destruction has bloomed. It's almost as if you chose me, the way the wands choose the wizards and witches in Harry Potter. 

It's winter now. Not my favorite season, but still beautiful in it's own way. All things in life must one day die in order for something new to take it's place. Because of the colder weather I'll be spending more time inside, unfortunately, which means I'll probably fill you up quite quickly. But know that when I've written the last word on the last page you will not be discarded. I fully intend to keep you for the remainder of my life, and maybe I will pass you down to my children so that they can know the trials that their parents, or at least their mother, has gone through in her life. Even if just for a small section of my life. 

I'm just rambling now in an effort to comfort you, I'm aware. And even though it may be rambling, I hope it has comforted you anyway. Unfortunately I didn't have much time to spare today and it's already late. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow and should really get to sleep, but I will return to you tomorrow for my second entry. I simply felt that I should introduce myself to a little bit, and help you to understand your purpose. 

I hope that I will do the beauty of your pages justice. Until tomorrow, sleep well. 

November 9th, 2013.
with love, Lorelei Wuornos.