The Nothing...
...comes over me from time to time and I am reminded of all the other times that I never knew of such a thing. I filled notebooks with everything around me and beyond, life force mutually exchanged amidst myself and the world- always, documenting it all or what it inspired. Joyous or bleak, frenzied or sluggishly, I was determined to leave my mark on it all and believed myself to have been time traveling through my ability and need to create portals with my words. Some I revisited and destroyed, others faded or got lost under countless others who's effect took precedence at the time. I overpowered my own sense of direction often, whether intentionally or non. Now I no longer have certain points of access, and would give anything to get to look through and breathe in one of those thick old notebooks filled with my banter that I deemed trash at one point in time.
Well... at least I have 9 years or so of livejournal, that will be etched into infinity as long as the internet is. Makes me want to utilize it more in the present, so that I can always have a placeholder to jump back to if needed.
Not to mention... sometimes you really do need a bit more than just a status update.
Well... at least I have 9 years or so of livejournal, that will be etched into infinity as long as the internet is. Makes me want to utilize it more in the present, so that I can always have a placeholder to jump back to if needed.
Not to mention... sometimes you really do need a bit more than just a status update.