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Now Playing: silence
So I suppose this would be an opportune time to once again peek my head into a world of which I thought to be forever lost. Curiousity poked at me as I clicked onto a page of which I hadn't officially been on in ages, which lead me to such a link. Reading thoughts of the past has proven time and time again utterly unreal, indescribably nostalgic. Things I had once thought important or real to me now only remain in memory. Fond memory of when I was young. At last, I find a bit more of the lost information I had once thought to be obscure, safe from all eyes who knew me now. After all, this is not me now as it is someone else, gathering wisdom and memories as if they were valuable jewels once lost. It's strange how so much can change over the course of a few years, how much can be lost and what language can be found to change the way thoughts are put out in writing. However, so much has been found, changed, formed; the foundation of my life has been completed in such a poetic, yet tragically beautiful fashion.
I take this opportunity to once again write the words that are so easy to find, yet never will be discovered. Unless of course, you have learned to follow the courses of my life, starting backwards....