Monday, January 23, 2006
Today is the day, where snippets of my life story shall be tucked into this little red notebook of mine. A little red notebook, where I would be the only one to set my eyes upon. Tiny little secrets, holding countless wishes, shall be tucked into this notebook - just like how a peasant would gingerly place his hard earned coins into an old rusty box and stashed it below his bed. Along with the hopes of this peasant, who no doubt would eventually anticipate the day where he can reap in something with his hard earned money, I would one day wish to see my hopes turning into fragments of reality. Bit by bit my story shall be recorded, this is a story where even the author would not know the ending. This is the story of my life. Snuggle within my hands lays a prophecy that is waiting to be unfold. Waiting and waiting, for my courage to find it, and carefully unfurl my destiny before me.
Clare [11:43 PM]
