An Extract from my Pretty Recycled Paper Notebook

14th Feb 2008
10:45am

Dearest Jonas,

I feel almost completely at peace. 2008 was a better year than I could have hoped for. The one downside was that too many of the oldest generation left us.

Now, the first of the next generation has gone.

Yesterday we buried Francis Johnson. He was a cousin by marriage and a jovial addition to the DiCello family. Everyone knew him, or at least knew of him.

He died of a heart attack last week, four hours after a stress test told him his heart was doing fine, better than ever even.

I didn't really know him. Mum said it would be really nice if I went to his funeral and I agreed. So yesterday found me at a Forest Lawn Cemetery Chapel, listening to people speak about him. The effect he had on the family was too great for words. I cried, simply because a man who brought great joy to so many people has been lost. His eldest niece read a poem she'd written (there wasn't much age difference between the two). I cried hardest then.

One of his friends said, "Logically, we are born to die."

Logically, we are born to live. We live to die. Are we born to die?

Existentially, yes, I suppose that is true.

Realistically?

Francis has shown that life isn't measured by death. The memories of him are memories of life.

Logically, we are born to live.

Happy Valentine's Jonas.

All my love,
Saricella

11am

Dive

To Helena,

An insight into my mindset at some point during yr12. I hope you find it interesting :)

Much love,
Saricella

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In an ocean of possibility,
Thirty, Forty, Fifty
Swim relentless
Against the tide
or with it
Flailing drown
or Stroke Perfection.

And in this ocean
Shallow clear
Deep potential,
I float.

Others dive into the deep,
The highest honour awaits them there.

Whilst I am stuck
Paralysis my house guest,
Never diving deeply,
My puppet strings pulling me to the surface
Then forcing me under.

And as I drown I do not sink,
Yet float,
Remaining forever my shallow self.

The North Tower (a Wzrd Rock song)

Tall and
Dark and
Lean
You stand

The scene
Of Dark
Horrible
Acts

You hold
A secret
In your
Depths

The likes
Of which
No one
Has met

(Chorus)
Tower over us
Forevermore
Let no one let you go
Or let you fall
Tower over us
Our North-most
Sentinel

I still remember your
Dark dark halls
Spiral staircases aplenty
Concave walls

Divination: Tea leaves
Orbs and stifling heat
How many true Seers
Did you meet?

The stairs go higher
Higher and higher
The stairs go higher
Higher and higher
(blah, etc)
Til I stand and watch
The sunrise from
Your turrets

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Yeah, so delving into Wizard Rock here. I wrote this on Boxing Day last year, before the Monster Trucks started :)