I pour my heart out whenever I listen to this song. I feel a sort of longing. I want to do something. But what can I do? I think I'm meant to wait here, quietly, patiently. I'm not sure what I'm waiting for.
Melancholy is always a nice expression to think about. But when it happens for real, it's rarely as pleasant, I'd say.
The I-don't-know-what-to-call-this-yet Journal
I'm changing the use of the journal. I'm keeping my old entries because they're special. But I'm not entirely sure what I want to do with the journal, now. "Jill & misc" Writing about Jill. A big point of interest in this chapter of my life. An