Resurrection.

[angel_of_ruin]

I've been going over my old posts in this journal. 
I remember the flow of it.
I could speak clearly and fluidly, even if it was a jumbled mess of grammar.
It's been several years now of total silence.
Some of my base needs found themselves fulfilled and, unfortunately,
the satiation was not of a type that encouraged the continuation of my system of thought. But now, here I am again alone in my apartment. Now in a new city trying to start over again. This solitude was the setting that was once the basis of my maddening circles of reason. Perhaps I'll find myself playing with them again soon. 
I don't know. 
There was a time when people were listening and what I said made an impact. It made a difference. The replies I got from friends and strangers alike greatly added to my vehemence in expressing my thoughts. Some of those people are gone now and there's no way to find them again since their journals are deleted.
That makes me sad.
I am glad that I can hop right back into posting in this old journal. 
I wish people didn't delete them when they didn't need them anymore. 
There's really no harm in just leaving them be. 
Oh well.
If anybody is still listening out there, sound off. Maybe the lines aren't quite as dead as they now seem...