Sep 23, 2018
It feels like ages since I've been here. Records of past connections lost, but not forgotten. It all becomes daunting, insurmountable even, but I feel like I have to come back. It draws me in, it's macabre and chagrin feeling is It's allure.
It sometimes does keep me up sometimes, you know. Every character deeper than what's at face value. Every word spoken or otherwise filled with meaning. I think back to what I missed as some of us drifted and let go, but could I have changed anything?
Maybe this place wasn't meant for me. Maybe it's for the best that the ones whom didn't purge themselves have been left unaltered, a testimony to whom they where and how they wanted to be seen... How many still live?
