Absence Is Futile
Wow.
I'm back. On LiveJournal, that is.
Being back here...it's kind of like being inside of a house I lived in for all of 5 days 10 years ago. The faintest hints of nostalgia can be detected. I like the smell, the heady, seductive aroma.
I wish I could say I don't know why I'm back here, but I do. I want the happiness I once possessed, the joy I once had. I'm not entitled to it, nor will I steal it. This time, I won't haunt the halls of others to find it.
I feel the warmth of a past life as it embraces me once more. A past life I wish, though I know I shouldn't, was not in the past. My mind, my sanity, screams for me to move on. To turn over a new leaf. To start over again, as I have often done. But the warmth...comforts me. Stabilizes me. Sharpens me. I feel...alive, somehow. This warmth, as wrong as it could potentially be...
...feels good. Feels very good.
It's good to be back.
I'm back. On LiveJournal, that is.
Being back here...it's kind of like being inside of a house I lived in for all of 5 days 10 years ago. The faintest hints of nostalgia can be detected. I like the smell, the heady, seductive aroma.
I wish I could say I don't know why I'm back here, but I do. I want the happiness I once possessed, the joy I once had. I'm not entitled to it, nor will I steal it. This time, I won't haunt the halls of others to find it.
I feel the warmth of a past life as it embraces me once more. A past life I wish, though I know I shouldn't, was not in the past. My mind, my sanity, screams for me to move on. To turn over a new leaf. To start over again, as I have often done. But the warmth...comforts me. Stabilizes me. Sharpens me. I feel...alive, somehow. This warmth, as wrong as it could potentially be...
...feels good. Feels very good.
It's good to be back.