I come back here from time to time. It has become a safer place over the course of a decade or maybe more. And I don't think any ghosts from the past dare wander around this long-forgotten realm anymore.
I get that tingling sensation, a little rush of dopamine and adrenaline at the same time, if it makes any sense. Like I can pretend someone still comes to this dusty nook of the virtual space and still minds reading these random little thoughts, or that, by sheer fluke, some stranger could come across it and decide to stay for a while and drink from the elixir of my memories, letting them dampen their souls a bit. How refreshing! Borrowed remembrances of a world never known.
I honestly like it here, the silence and stillness of it, like the places in ruins I used to visit only to share a moment with weeds, debris and ghosts. Could this then be my new safe place? A comfortable one perchance and at last? I swear I've tried journaling in a notebook with just a pen and found it so difficult. And don't get me wrong, I love writing out all sorts of things by hand... I just find myself feeling so much resistance when it's my complicated emotions.
Anyways, may this place become once more the container of my shadow. May this place be tender bedding for my vulnerability and secrets I would only share with a kind ear.
Cheers! 🥂
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