Once again
I sit here in my own slice of this tired world, excelling in nothing. I've dove back into those forgotten crevices of my own mind, scouring those disheveled aisles for days long since past. While I can barely remember those wide-eyed beginnings, I can at least take comfort in knowing that the journey is still not over for me. I can still put the pieces back together, still wipe off the cobwebs and such. Today is as good a starting point as any.
I hope that those bridges from long ago have not completely burned down by the passage of time. It's the only connection I have to that treasured world. Even now as I look at myself in the mirror all I can think of is how drastic the changes have been to the others. It's quite easy to fool yourself in believing you are the main character in this story called life and everyone else are mere background characters with little to no depth or dimension, completely one sided and aimless, when in reality they are as deep and complex as oneself on a journey all their own, a reflection of those around them reminding everyone that we are all human. I'm sure my friends have all taken wild routes through life to end up in the state we currently find ourselves in without realizing. One by one we all found new purposes in life and went from a tight knit family of 13 to the now scattered souls of three or four, not counting of course those dearly departed companions of ours who stood along side us.
I believe I know where I can start this all over.
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