CPR

because i still come back here,
i need to put something here to keep this place alive.

what do i come back for?
to re-read my thoughts? my memories?
no. i don’t go back and read my own words.
i know what i’ve done.

but i come back to read yours.

i am always amazed by how much i enjoy reading through the old notes.
it’s a strange feeling, really.
but, for that reason, i can’t let this fade just yet.

i’ve worked in a cubicle for two years. who would have guessed?
i’ve been doing steady photography work.
i am the weirdest sort of happy.

i’ve always considered myself lucky, but i realize it more every day.
i am the luckiest girl in the world.

to everyone still here, i miss you.
to everyone who isn’t, i miss you, too.