I thought about never updating again, just like the rest of the xanga world. 
It's hard to write out thoughts when no one is there to listen, as if I were talking to a white wall, all of my words bouncing back at me.
But then I felt this odd sense of homesickness.  A feeling reminding me that I would never "speak" on here again. 

People. Words. Places. Pictures. Memories.

    Everything seems to have gone dormant, sleeping under a hollow log, waiting for a ray of sunlight to shine through it's dark tunnel once again. 
  Will it ever be the same as it was before? Back when we would all write about the latest group activity, and then laugh over our silliness; or discover new ideas and share them with people for their feedback. I don't know. It's almost like that was another lifetime. Like the people we were in the past weren't really us at all, but rather different people playing our roles, save the memories that are our own.  

We have changed so much over this past year. Our words have changed. The places we go and the things we do together have changed. Our more recent pictures are new faces staring back. Older, mature, different. But I don't think my memories have changed...more have just been added on.

I think I've just answered my own question. I don't believe that things will ever be the same again, because everyone has moved on to new parts of their lives. No point in living in the past.
But I've decided that I don't want to end writing.
Too many thoughts to get out, poems to be written, and stories to share. So if anyone is still out there, you haven't seen the last of me yet.

Until then...<3