2006-05-01 - 11:46 a.m.

I used to log into my virtual repository here in Diaryland, and upon my arrival, I'd see a buddy list filled with recently updated journals... and before spilling my insides to this electronic page, I'd enjoy reading the thoughts and whims of all my fellow journalists as they undertook the task of deciphering the human spirit through the simple task of observation.

As the years have passed, my entries have begun to thin... the causal comments about jay-wallkers, drinking excapades, passing music trends, etc. don't carry the same swagger and sting that they used to. But I'm still here. Unfortunately, I can't say the same about my compatriots. The people who kept me enthralled, who helped me chuckle during desperate times, and who (above all else) gave me a peer group from wince to draw inspiration for my own writings... have all but disappeared...

I wonder what's become of them? Kara and Josh, Mindy and Sam, Smitty, Daniel, Bree... it goes on and on.

And while I may know where these people reside physically, and even perhaps what they're doing to pass the time these days... I wonder how they've been from the journalistic sense. The person we shake hands with, share a workspace with or even live with are completely seperate from the poethearts that journey here to vent their feelings and soar above the day to day... leaving a little bit of themselves like torn fabric on barbed wire.

Some of these folks I've completely lost touch with... time has changed their interests, perhaps they write on real parchment now as oppossed to this online page... perhaps they blog somewhere else, on Myspace or something... Or maybe they've lost interest in the subjugation of their work and the occasional backlash and ridicule that comes with it.

Who knows for sure? And as for my readership, I can only imgaine that like my fellow writers, it too has dwindled. I, of course take total responsibility for that. No longer content with the day-to-day updates, writing only when I can find the time or the proper motivation... and worst of all... forgive me... not sharing the whole truth. I'm not honest with you anymore journal. Maybe someday we can change that.

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