Skimming through old poems, and loving and hating the words you have written. Seeing a dozen or so different insights and comments on a handful of words you conjured up several lifetimes ago, it sends a thousand different emotions from pride to shame along the length of my spine. I have been writing... but its destined to be a longer piece if ever a finished piece... one that likely would not really fit into a solid or legible spot of work on this site. But skimming through old comments, and realizing how dust laden they have become is so sad... as if over time, all writing is to be laid to rest and buried under layers of time and neglect. It almost inspires me to write another piece or two, if for no other reason, then to give these old pieces a chance to see the light of day once again.