Tomorrow is New Years Eve, soon I’ll shed so many minutes from last year, so many moments, some good, some filled with love, and many others so hazy anddepressed that they blur in my memory even before 1998 has begun.

Oh let me be reborn through this pain, let me fly up through the ashes of this year and my ruined relationship with Clark. My memories and experiences feelso heavy, soaked so full with tears, it’s dark black and red, a thick smothering cloak…

This vacation is like an ocean on a cloudy dark day, I have pushed off from shore in my boat and this wind is slowly pushing me across, I am standing in this small boat, trying to raise my arms to embrace the new year, but my cloak is inches thick.

Tomorrow night, though, the boat will reach the shore and as I step off gentlyonto the new continent this heavy worn cloak will catch on the anchor inside the boat, and my steps will be unfettered.

Naked into the new year, my arms will finally raise out and up to start the dance of the new year `in the dancing rays of warmth and excitement`

Next year I want to wear something bright, iridiscent, perhaps something see-through, or wild like the cover of my paper journal.

I want to be bright, happy, to draw a crowd with the light God has provided me with. I think this journal(As well as the paper one) is the resolution I have begun early, and oh how I wish to continue this