xLizeth

I'm looking over the last journal entry and I feel alienated to see that it has been posted in April or so. For some reasons, I feel as if it was yesterday. I'm not on this site as much as I used to be, frankly there are a lot of sites on which I'm not spending as much time as I've used to. The reason is quite simple, a lot of things have changed. I may say that my life changed almost dramatically. It sounds a bit like a cliche, "...but like all cliches, it's the truth." to quote Zoe from American Horror Story. I've come to understand that I miss this site and what I can find here.

It's been over a year since I've last wrote here. Also it's been a while since I've last checked deviantArt and frankly I'm not using it as much as I did in the beginning. I know that things change and so do people and places. But I keep thinking at stories and things that happened four years ago. I feel as if I'm discovering some ruins of my old self. Even if I'm a bit sad because I can't live again those moments ( there are certain aspects of those events that I can happily live without ), I'm also pleased and proud of what I'm finding. It's a bit complicated. And in some ways I know that what I do right now can be called running away from

Une fille nue nage dans la mer Un homme barbu marche sur l'eau Ou est la merveille des merveilles Le miracle annonce plus haut? [ J. Prevert - Vous allez voir ce que vous allez voir ] I miss the sea. I miss the summer. I miss some good books and some interesting conversations. I miss them. In the meantime I read a lot to fill the gap. *take me to the seaside.