I don't expect anybody to read this; it would be almost impossible, after stopping writing for so long. I feel like a person visiting an old house where nobody lives anymore.
I feel like rising curtains for the sun to come in and dissipate the darkness . I can see the old furniture, I can hear the voices of old friends of past times ... Where are they? It's just my imagination, trying to make them alive.
Everything that I once dreamed and said is lost in the past, but today is today. I'll have new things to say and new dreams to dream. You bet it. I'm back.
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