It seems that this particular piece of my past only crops up at moments that are termed, at best, reflection. I rarely if ever find myself within this community, often returning only through chance and happenstance, then remembering, "Hey, I have an LJ account!". I find that in the time since I last visited, not too much has changed. Friends who ( Read more... )

Lord, the more I look around it seems my past is filled with bread crumbs. Bits and pieces which are not really connected, but are a trail of where i've been. It seems hard to believe my journal has survived so long untended. Yet it has and here I am, once again back where I was then. When I will return I am not sure, for when I deem to once again ( Read more... )

Sometimes these places, these tattered pages of my life do fade into oblivion, not to be found again by man or machine as long as the world shall exist. Others do survive by the grace of, well certainly not God, more like a "don't give a damn" maintenance who lets us come and go as we please. This may or may not be regularly updated, and certainly ( Read more... )