The importance of real things, and art, for the purpose of girls.

All in which that lies within a room a girl loathes and yearns, holds all of the importance. All the aspects of beauty strung around her, the soul of her child like self lingering within the air. Still running up and down the halls no matter the day nor time. The story that lies within those mere four walls. All the small trinkets, that tell this story, dispersed among the room. The small, stuffed animals, cherished from childhood. The abundant clamors of boxes full of art supplies. The CD’s stacked alongside the stereo from later teen years. All of which, and more, that's collected, tells the story.

All in which we see lingering, is real. The reality of items, in which people collect, has a much deeper meaning than what meets the eye. For each item, specifically selected for the curated collection, means the world to a girl like me. All the art that hangs among the walls, and all of the pictures that hang amongst that. All of which surrounds me is real. All of which inspires my most curious mind. Much like the writings in my journal. From going to just a thought to real words that are scratched on the papers before me. There is something so special that connects our divine femininity to real things. For those thoughts that you held for one day, will mean nothing in a week. Nothing in a month. Nothing in a year. But when cherished, they last forever. Now think of your things, your art, your pictures, and your interests. For without them being real, they mean nothing. Though once they become something to admire for decades, it's beautiful. The importance of real things is something worth yearning for. The importance of art is something worth living for.