Back again. For how long? Who knows... a day, a month, for the rest of my life. Whatever flows.
I like this little corner. A lot. Loads of memories, loads of tears, loads of laughter. And most of it, I miss it.
The words put together, the old writings, the people that used to read me.
The pure pleasure of writing and put it out there, for whoever wants to read it. I want that again. So, for as long as I fell like it, I am back. Again.