Firing neurons

It's been brought to my attention that
my last 20 journal entries span 2 years time.
It made me smile actually, and im not sure why.
I found the eye of my madness and stayed there a while.
Not a bad place really, calm, quiet.
I stand now at the wall of said eye,
ready to taste the blur again.
I locked myself out for a while, it happens in life.
My reasons were not entirely selfish...
who am I kidding, of course they were.
I gave my life to the online page for a long time,
before it became passe, even, if there was such a time.
I went dark, offline when the world got connected,
coming back only to keep the journal alive,
give it a heartbeat, no matter how distant it sounds.
I'm working with the words again, easier each day.
Peace for dreams.