April 10, 2011

"I never travel without my diary, One should always have something sensational to read . . ." So, I like Oscar Wilde, 1891, write my thoughts Journaling my ramblings, today's joyful deed. “Face the wall” has a brand new meaning, today. Unlike the childhood days of dancing clowns on wallpaper My wall is covered with shelves and CDs. Fear no longer intrudes upon my thoughts. Instead, file after file of creativity delights me. Embedded on discs – Triumphant, the wall, now, entertains. My computer, which is against the wall, Takes me on a fantastic journey within myself. I delve into my inner resources. Write the words that paint my heart. My soul dances to a happy song. Around the world, people are awake. In the dark of night I find friends. No more scary faces in the shadows. Safely, within the confines of my own walls, Mind meets and shares commonalities. Knowledge increases at my fingertips. Uncovered walls exude your essence. Within the boards live many memories. Day after day, fulfilling dreams…you. Now, sleeping peacefully, purring like a cat, Resting up for the new day’s adventure. Me, facing the wall of life, loving. “Face the wall.” No longer means trouble. Hallucinations no longer entertain. Frightful imaginings no longer annoy. Joy, instead, lives in my head…with you. We are one; two souls bound forever. Together, we face the world and the wall. © April 10, 2011 Dane Smith-Johnsen Contest Name The Diary