Resurrecting the dead...
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I haven't posted here in nearly 5 years. So why return to this vacant space? Grasping at ghosts, perhaps.
Everything is so empty that I can hear an echo with every heartbeat. I'm not quite sure what I am hoping or searching for, other than to fill the void.
What fits there?
I guess I'll only know when I finally find it.
Trying to rewind to a time when I felt more whole. Maybe there is a piece of me that is left somewhere. Is it here?
Something about 2007 enchants me. I've been deteriorating these last few years. What was the magic that had kept me happy, then? Perhaps it was all illusion.
I used to write much more often and maybe that's one of the things I need to do again. I know this is an abandoned place now, not only by me, but by everyone else as well.
I'm just talking to myself.
Hmm... nothing new there.
But I'm not looking for something new. I'm looking for the comfort of old familiar things.
Something that might make me feel like myself again.
.
I haven't posted here in nearly 5 years. So why return to this vacant space? Grasping at ghosts, perhaps.
Everything is so empty that I can hear an echo with every heartbeat. I'm not quite sure what I am hoping or searching for, other than to fill the void.
What fits there?
I guess I'll only know when I finally find it.
Trying to rewind to a time when I felt more whole. Maybe there is a piece of me that is left somewhere. Is it here?
Something about 2007 enchants me. I've been deteriorating these last few years. What was the magic that had kept me happy, then? Perhaps it was all illusion.
I used to write much more often and maybe that's one of the things I need to do again. I know this is an abandoned place now, not only by me, but by everyone else as well.
I'm just talking to myself.
Hmm... nothing new there.
But I'm not looking for something new. I'm looking for the comfort of old familiar things.
Something that might make me feel like myself again.
.