It looks like you’re still around, but am I?
I’ve come around a few time before, after each time i try to renew myself, redeem that which I’ve felt I’ve lost, only each time i loose something else.
But now, I’ve decided to stop redeeming myself and just go with the old copy, and build up on that. I only have thoughts of those days before.
It seems like all things change with time. Perhaps this is something we all share.
Its refreshing to see you holding words again, binding thoughts to emotion while you’re expressing them.
One day when I’m alive, I’ll remember you and I’ll be glad I did.
Like communications through glass walls, i cannot hear you, nor can these blind eyes see you.