Perhaps, now. It is again time to write.

Dear virtual diary,

Please give me a few days to remember you. I will mull clever words around in my head and try to remember them long enough to tell you stories that make no difference either way. I will assume no one will read this and greedily accept the secret that I am publishing my very own thoughts onto a website. And this will be enough for now but my spirit still hopes I will retain the hunger I once felt compelled to feed. May I never forget the first real loves of my life: words.