My mind is anything but blank right now.
I haven't written anything here in a long time, and somehow the thought is depressing.
I've been neglecting this place for a while.

A very long while.

I used to write so much here. Everything from my perspectives to poetry to philosophy and strange logic. Now, this place feels barren, dry and empty. Like the world after its kissed by human fire.

Indeed it's lonely, sad and lonely.

My mind is anything but blank, yet it still has yet to create once again.
To fill the void created by lost time, and time that I'll continue to lose.
I have no proper words except what I have written right now.

Still, I'm glad to be back.