Journals

I was doing some cleaning and sorting and found a few of my old journals. Strange as it maybe they all start the same way. "It has been awhile since I have written in a journal" and then goes on for three or four sometimes as many as nine or ten pages and then the rest of the journal is blank. I have six such journals, each holding an incomplete entity that would be me. Why am I so easily moved away from writing about myself and my feelings? Even in this blog there are months that go by without a note and then I write a few thoughts and am once again on hiatus for a few months. Is it just my inconsistent nature, my failure to finish things that I start. I was recently at house of a friend of a friend. This house was more of an older Victorian mansion than a regular house. Two people and two dogs live in this huge two story house with around 15 rooms. The amount of work that needs to be done in that house is staggering.
The amount of work that has been done is phenomenal. The problem that they have is they never finish one project before starting on another. Is this my fate? Will I be constantly in a state of unfinished projects? Who knows

OMG New post.

Love is like a song.

Plays in your head throughout the day.

Bringing a smile to your face

Or making you hum a tune to yourself.

Like every song, every love has an end.

Though they may play over and over.

The song is no less moving, sweet or beautiful

for possessing an end.

And neither is love.

For these reasons.

Love is like a song.