Some Things You Lose, Some Things You Give Away

I'll be honest: There are some things I miss about the "old me." I've felt a few sparks of it over the last week, remembering when I used to get so lost in music and carried off to some distant land in my head where I conjured up the most beautiful and aching prose I've ever written. Tonight, I was reminded of it again when I visited one of my old online haunts. I'd created these lovely page layouts with clever headers. And the content—how it had flowed like an endless river! I never imagined back then that the well would run dry when I went dry. Not that I ever imagined going dry back then, either.