Dear Journal,
It's night time. The time where I feel the most bare, vulnerable. Anything could be lurking and waiting. The night time is the time to reflect and ponder on life; on all of life's mysteries. Some might say that it's for sleep, to rest up and rejuvenate but those people are boring. The thing I am thinking on relentlessly is love. Love. Such a small word with such a big meaning. It's not the words fault that it has such impact. As a society we shape what it means so we can't blame the words for their meanings but the people who shape them. I digress. Recently, I've been rendezvousing with that enigmatic mistress. The enigmatic mistress being love. It's strange to hear it roll off the tip of someone you know you love. Someone you know you love with all your being. I knew the moment I looked in their eyes I'd fall in love. It's scary- I constantly ask myself what the catch to this is. Things of this sort don't just fall in your hand. This thinking is only for the night. You can only be cautious in the night time. The night allows for things to be hidden. Anything can lurk in the night time, any betrayal can writhe in the night time. Anything can be watching. But I can be watching too.
- Estelle
