Hi all I joined the site not long ago and though now would be a fitting time to make my first journal entry.
It's now 5:05 am here and i havent slept yet. I'm enjoying the calm of the night just sitting about with the tv running shows that im not paying enough attention to to even know what they are.
I've got no plans at all this weekend so i may aswell sleep what I think will be a rainy day away.
This is where I'm at my most content even if i dont have someone to cuddle with at the moment.
A famous painter, Vincent Van Gogh once said, that he had a problem with, dare he say it, religion. And then he would go out and paint the stars. And he leaves us to wonder, what he means by “paint the stars”. Was he painting a reflection of the stars onto a canvas for others to see and enjoy. Or was he referring to those little stars that go unnoticed. Is it not these stars…these beautiful stars, these gleaming, shining stars that mean the most? I am of course speaking of the stars within us all.