I have found that usually when I am faced with the end of something, I must look at the beginning to understand the journey. Maybe I'm just a sentimental sap, maybe I knew then that all good things come to an end, but the middle was my meat and for that I am satisfied.
I'll let the first words, the first entry I ever wrote in this journal speak for how I feel now..........
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Written November 8th, 2004
To All Those Who Have Started Over
To Create: The art of simply writing: Honesty.
Sometimes without regard to those who could benefit, or to those who could be hurt. That's the problem with writing. That's the problem with the written word, being a relic, being concrete, tis neither black or white.
It is what it is.
To be dissected, analyzed, interpreted. Taken out of context, or to be understood or misunderstood. Delete at the touch of a button, or a burning party.
How many of us have participated in a burning party? All the concrete reminders gone, reduced as they should to ashes. But the memories, no way to delete those, no way to burn those away.
A lifetime of memories to be discussed, looked at, reflected upon. No hiding from them. No delete button there. All there inside my head where the walls are black and the roof is red.
I guess I've found myself in a "middle of the ground" area. A crossroads of sorts. Not sure which path to follow. Which direction would have the least regret. Sometimes the safety in standing still is a humble motion, but also a cowardly one. So for now, I'll just keep writing. Discovering, exploring and avoid that delete button.
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I'll let AOL burn my journal, my sweet In the Shadow of The Iris. I'm not going to transfer it, or archive it's words to gather dust somewhere......I rather like the thought of a black abyss, black ashes, nothingness and finished. I'm good with that.
My journey isn't over. It simply has a new address.
The New Homestead is located at.....
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p.s. leaving your new address would be most helpful in my next quest of finding everyone...
Thank You Everyone
In the Shadow of the Iris wouldn't have been the same without you.
The reason this journal was created remains the same,
And the song this journal is named after, I still can't escape that shadow.......
