Coming here now is such a bittersweet thing. I never took any photos when I was younger, and this place was the one thing that truly defined who I am when I didn't have much of a space in the real world. But 6 years! Isn't that such a big number to be alive! So many things can change in that amount of time. It's hard, time is always running from my hands, and for so long I truly believed that if I only held everything I loved close together, maybe it could stay that way forever. The books, the stories, the people I've met or only seen once on a passing comment, the authors that have touched my soul once I might never know again, I want to grasp it all back and hold my old happiness in these shaking arms. But the grains still slowly fall through the cracks of my fingers, and, as I get older and try my best to change for the better, Im realizing and seeing it now more than ever, that everything else will too. The past is a box that I no longer fit in, already filled with memories and regrets. The only thing now that I can hope to do, is to appreciate and thank all those I've met, the writers, the readers, the ones who've shared their highs and lows in little sentences that joined my own, hope my old community all the best for our now diverging lives, and follow my own flowing river of the present, and hope the future I will fill will shine just as bright as all the past stars in the sky.
Wait, you thought this might be a goodbye message? Ha! You thought I'd actually leave this place? Unless I'm losing my phone forever, I am always going to be stick around.
-Alex