I'm feeling much more introspective these days. I wonder if anyone actually reads my journal. It's not as though I write in it all that often, or hardly at all. But I enjoy reading other peoples thoughts and emotions. It makes people more real to me if I can read their thoughts mostly unfiltered in a journal-like setting. Of course I am ( Read more... )

I suppose I would never write anything too personal in this journal. Not because I'm afraid of what other people will think but because I'm afraid of what I'll think of myself later... I did keep a diary once pretty regularly when I was younger, reading it now just makes me want to kill my former self. Although I suppose she really doesn't exist ( Read more... )

The morning always feels cold and distant. Clouds block out the blue sky, wind and trees the only thing stirring as grey light overtakes the world. I like it sometimes, it is beautiful and lonely, but it is glaring as well. Too bright after the peacefulness of night. Night holds you, it seems like, you can feel it wrapped around you, hugging ( Read more... )

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I recently ran across this question in another forum and decided to bring it here for more imput since the question has been bothering me for a long time as well. Where does an artist go to get high quality prints made? I've tried kinkos and that is not an experience I would like to repeat, any suggestions?

in reflection I see truth. No Mouth, no eyes, to speak with. Truth is my silence, listening to you. No judgement to lay, not while the stars and sky can see you. So few. Are the blind, so chosen. My words all gone unspoken. So I remain to tempt you. Take you. I cannot lie down and wait anymore. I stand but a silhouette, a shadow, what for ( Read more... )

Is it just me or has the elfwood journal become home to mostly people pluging their work rather than people with serious questions or topics? I thought the elfwood plugs page was for this sort of thing...

I write this for those whom I know are seeking ( Read more... )

I have nothing new to say. All has already been said... And yet I still exist... I still would bring forth utterences though futile and functionless for only the thought that someone might recognize them and connect. Subtle is the drive of whim. You may not place the chains of logic nor the glare of bright reason and overtake what is human of ( Read more... )

Well I decided to try and fix up this lame excuse for a journal. I almost always hate the crap that I write here. I wish I knew how to delete entries... It's really late and I have to get up early for a dentist appointment at which I'm sure they'll tell me I need my wisdom teeth removed, oh the joy. I feel vaguely introspective, or maybe the ( Read more... )