Its been a decade. How old was I? 13. Christ. Was I really? How young I was then. How… different. I’ve changed much and more, but this place has remained the same. Always the same. Its so comforting to be here, I’ve lived here longer then anywhere else. And its going away. How sad, yet how joyful. Its truly our past, and we should not fight its passing.
That girl, who I tried to preach to from battle.net. How did I work up the balls? The things religion do to people. What have you done to me? And then she beats me at my own game, father an apologist, better equipped to shoot me down. What a night that was. I never really did talk to her again, not really. Back again, for the last time. That’s far in the past. I never want to be so sure again, I never want to be so separate. Will you forgive me?
And even drowning in the past, I push back the veil a little bit each day. Never have I seen the desert from the sky. Its so dark out here, every star a blazing torch. But its so different too, the skies have grown the same. The city moved in. Weird how it can affect the feeling of this place so. What to do tomorrow I wonder?
The old days on EverQuest, way back in the day. WhiteWind and Jonze, Grindle and Fattious Ribsticker, and my friend who’s surname I stole and didn’t even remember his first. Kasseopea, the bard. Dozer, the paladin. Smallwind and Roaringwind, Haeo and Haeoeo. The day I flipped on the guild and gquit. It didn’t last long. That’s when I started Smallwind. That was here too. I couldn’t spell for shit back then. How did they ever put up with me?
What a weird trip its been here. Life is a little bit crazy when it hits you all again. I will miss this place, the last shreds of my childhood going away.