Frequently comes back here for a late night stroll through my many failures and successes. This is once again one of those nights, nights where I reminisce and remember what once was. Another day another time where I look back and remember what I did what I have done. Then I think about the future or at least I try to, it's hard when the past is so prominent and dear to me.
One may ask, if you care then why did you leave. It was for the best I would tell you, yet here I am remembering and missing what was, what will never be again. I do, I remember what I had here and the small community of friends I once had. It's hard to not come back here