Back from the dead. This diary is breathing again. Escaping superficial world of social media and finding words again. Starting to remember my voice. Lost in this ghost town. The silence is deafening. Missing all those creative souls that walked its streets and hid in the back alleys. The hustle and bustle. The secret affairs. Stolen kisses and forbidden dreams. Heart break and unanswered questions. Confidence and insecurities.
I wish there was a way to send a signal--a reveille Call them all back. All those people who made me laugh and cry. People I connected with in a spiritual way, not just a like button. How I miss them and wondering why I left.
In truth, the answer is simple and for another time. This is a reflection. Not just about others but myself as well. How I have changed. Now finding my voice again. Hoping other voices will rise from the ashes, as well as others emerge from the pack. Excited to hear the voices of those who remained loyal. The beautifully unique ones that were hidden in the cacophony of endless updates.
Yes. This is a Reveville. A Revival. A Call to Arms. Once again we will share our words, not just our cat pictures. Become invigorated by something more than a viral video.
Viva Diaryland.
11:24 pm - May 21, 2016
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