Logged back onto Tumblr to post on my alt and thought why not post on main? I mean Twitter is dead so what other social media is there. You're not going to post on Facebook because that's where your grandparents all hang out (mine are dead so not true). Just wild to think about how times have changed and what's going on. It's like a relic, like an abandoned house. I used to wonder what it was that made someone walk out the door that last time and never return. Like what is the driving force there? Do they come back someday and reminisce or was it a gone forever? Perhaps I feel it now, the driver was change. They had to go, they had to leave, they never knew why... But maybe they did!?! It was to clkeep the memory alive. To keep that faint golden light that shown from the ceiling fan on cool fall nights alive. That to stay would be to make new memories that would overwrite what was on the tape already. That the only way to survive was through destruction. Was through abandonment. Moses down the Nile on a basket of hope of pure fear and dread; least the baby end up dead. To fold it all in one last time and walk out the door into a memory. A memory forever lost and fading until one day the lights like the home's, go out forever into the unknown of the night, the universe, the existential. Where there is, but who can say.
