Memories of a Distant Past

 Many years ago when I started this diary, I never imagined the people I would meet here. I thought I would just put my thoughts down, have a little fun, and have a nice place to vent. Now, many years after I have been away, I find that a lot of people I met here are still friends with me. I find that I still try to find people from here. It is sad that I went from well over 50 friends posting on here, to the point now where I only have 8 friends still here. Perhaps they would have stayed if I did, perhaps they didn’t. I’m glad OD didn’t delete my account, even though it probably should have.

I still come back and gather up my poems, and people still love some of them. I wish there was a reason to write more poems. I just don’t have any inspiration anymore. But I feel the need to write again. Perhaps someday soon I will find inspiration. I have a few ideas for movie scripts, I have one fully planned out in my head in fact. But when I go to put it to paper or type it… my fingers just don’t work. Even if I know what I want to write. So we’ll see where this leads. Perhaps I need a tape recorder, or someone to jot my words down for me. 

If any of my friends end up reading this, whether your one of the few that still write here, or whether this is the only way you can think of to remember me or contact me, feel free to email me or leave a note. Know that I miss you all. If you read this and are not my friend, feel free to do the same, just be careful emailing me because I may mistake it as SPAM. 

That is all for now, hopefully I will start posting in here again on a more frequent basis.