Sometimes the days of old are so alluring. We remember the teen years and discovering the ways to be an adult, yet when the years sped up and we look back, why? Why did we rush time to the present. I would rather be back in high school and the good times.
Here seems the same, back in its heyday VR was jumping and everyone checked in daily and the box on the side to watch peoples chatter, games. House and Covens where friends were made and prestige to be in them and active daily. now some days seem to be a ghost town on here. But a assume its holidays, weather or just life. we all make our own choice yet wish it would pick up a little more. Many names I have not seen on in Months or a year.
Days of old when the clock of time was young, where there was no car in life just spending with friends and experiencing the big world. time seems to escape from more and more, for minutes have turned to seconds and hours into minutes. A hammer to stop my clock would be fine, yet the unknown of what lies beyond the black veil. pain and aches anymore. come on spring and warm this old body.
To the day begins but has it already ended in the focus of our minds, do we dream of the past as the light flickers from our life, smile than we die.
The perfect sight a person can see is to see with his heart and not the eyes in which become blurred by society. Yet the glass of a mirror just distorts the truth for it is a lie, for the value of the soul is what we give to each we know, not just handed out freely for the serpent tongue which hisses and strikes.
Emotions are the center point to the entire universe, for we weep, we laugh, show that we are scared. For without these emotions we are just as plain as the pebbles that line the ocean. For we do nothing just sit and contemplate. For we never reach the goals that are set within our hearts and souls. Dream, fantasies and make every new day better than the day before. With more love, laughter and the strong bind of the family that you hold dear. For these are the emotions which god gave us to use, and in today’s mixed up society we forget to use them or we just forget totally how someone else is feeling in that same circumstance.
Why can't we have a memorial site of all those old souls that passed. An honor for those who helped this site keep on liked to see names remembered . Bows head to those l passed
And what that of humans that we call friends? Are they truly our friends, or vampires that suck us dry tell we have no more to give, and move on with their parasitic ways. My grandfather used to tell me a story of the town drunk. Who on payday had all the friends in the world; yet when his wallet became dry, so did the friends! In cases this is very much true; in my life I have experienced these so called friends, who in fact are leeches of today’s society. True friends will remain to the bitter end with you. But these leeches will find another host when the first has dried up. Cruel but true.
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xValhallaxEternalx
23:30 Feb 27 2025
My teenage years were a time of survival and independence. The streets of Salem were vast and always a lesson around every corner. I agree that VR has become stagnant, cluttered with dead profiles or collector ones. I miss the VR chat and cams. years ago, you would find any of us chatting away, sometimes for hours. Private chats were a bit more personalized. Yes, we all had some interesting conversations back then. :)..