Journal entry 4

Ok, here’s my journal entry. Hope it’s good enough.
So Lisa started to dream of love. Love, the radiant figure with light flowing forth from a bright,
beaming smile who lives in the hearts of all. The master of feelings who lives intertwined within
the wants and desires of mere mortals. What need has love need for love, and who could provide
it? She hovers in heavens that houses the sleeping children, men, women. She stands at the
ready, bow taught, arrow nocked, ready to unleash a storm upon the populace. She remains ever
vigulent, waiting in the sky before time was time, and love was simply love. She was likely to find
feathers floating amongst the clouds of fantasies. She was happy and exuberant as well. Good for
James! He finally confronted the feelings welled up beyond the years. I offered my help, but was
swiftly turned away by non-seeing eyes. Anyone could have helped with depression or sadness,
but with love they were baffled. He would be all right, just as soon as he gets himself prepared
for the final shot. He was going to be with her. That was what he believed. And if he was denied
true happiness, at the institution, all would be able to recognize the staggering loneliness, the
blank expression, and the weight of sadness felt by all. People would not have thought to show
up to the meeting came and readied themselves for good or the opposite. They just grabbed a
chair and waited with baited breath. A story, those arrows, had blanketed the village.