A beautifully bound leather book the ornate and gold-edging decorating this journals outer covering looks to be from another time and place. Several pages are stuffed inside the book as if she will not write on the actual book. Upon opening, the first added page reads... These are the personal accounts and wanderings of Lavender Cecilia Morgan.
Sunday, 17 September 2017
Who am I? What is my purpose? I use to think I was some grand enchantress, and I was meant to help everyone who asked. Now I find I've become a hermit, rarely being among the public, rarely speaking unless spoken to..much like I once was when I was painfully shy, ah..the days of my youth to be so innocent....Now it's not shyness that keeps me away, but a loneliness that has seeped so deep into my bones, yea... probably even my very soul. I find I can be in a crowded room and still feel completely alone in this world. I still find smiling comes easy, WHEN I find something to smile about.
Lavender 13:01 - Link