The Past repeats itself...

Im staring at four walls covered with memories that break the floodgate in my mind. Memories from people, events, and odd occurances with no rhyme or reason. I remember the days of blogging and sharing my thoughts with the world, but also remember those times as being dark and dismal. I've always taken relief in writing, opening up my soul to those who are willing to dive in, but somehow lost my passion in the years past. This may sound depressing, but it's not. It's more of a celebration of what I now have come to realize as a rebirth, for lack of better phrasing, of my passion for writing. I suppose it's good to let it out in a constructive form, and maybe my pain and sorrow is begging to be let out in this way. My grief has taken many forms, none to say the least, constructive. I have too many thoughts, memories, and ramblings all filed away in a cabinet that has been locked in my head. Maybe it's time to share them...in this constructive way...