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The shadows of VR seem at sometimes to slip in the void of nothing, a place where seldom thoughts and words fail to come back from.

Whispers of the ghosts fill the halls of VR, linger as empty dreams in the blocks of the binary code of the once fruitful site.

Strays come and go, yet the duration of stay is a month if that or a day of those false images of hopeful dreams. Looking checking for information or a niche to finally hopefully fit somewhere they could call home, yet are run off by ignorance of bullies or lack of log ons.

The persistence of elder, pop in and out hoping for days of old and chatter that would wake up the internet at all levels. Seeing if the the pages remain or maybe a avatar of the past has come back to the dreams that once was had.

Journals of forgotten feelings give meaning to the site and the adoring lives that once gave meaning to a society of the web. Insights to lives and families that lived in the outer limits of the internet.

Thankful to those who still pop in and show they still remain connected to here. Many friends have vanished but their thoughts and presence still is here.

I returned because this was my other home, and the friends I met, I cherished through the time I was here, I rushed to this site to be with my community every hour I could.

I enjoy the new friends and the elders that remained, journal entries keep me up on the life that they live and the aspects of theirs and others lives. For we all must live in the concrete world and not just a fantasy of our dreams. We must always share or time.

It shall rise again thru the ashes like the phoenix, and be thriving again. Give time to here as you do with the hectic ways of the outer world and maybe just maybe........

This wolf does walk alone yet clings to the fantasies of the moon in its silken light, yet I wander for this time waiting watching for the time to capture the purity of the dreams which I do hold in my soul and heart. This wolf has been guided by its spirit from the days of old and protects itself from the hunters and game that will harm my existence on mother earth. I fear someday the walls of the woods will collapse and I shall have the inner fortitude to find the path I choose, yet now I sit and wait for a time, little or long to hold the dreams my mind bounces to daily.

We seldom in life’s crazy design, do we find the inner peace we search for but haunts us in the days of the clocks ever moving arms. For is it out of reach or is it in the plans for the future and what it holds. My past memories I have hid in the closed doors of mind, which haunt me like scrooges Christmas carol. My thoughts guiding me yet I weary of their toil.

For the worlds mischievous ways seem to mock me and unrest my soul. For the words that cling to the pages stir the unbridle passion of desire and life that sometimes I forget that was once in me. For words create an illusion of pain and love, words describe the wants we desire to feel upon our weary bodies and the insight of the passions we hope to achieve. Small remarks of life yet given in free words on what they want create the desire to live and breathe once again.

Write be free, create your illusion for it will take you to the ends of the earth and back. Describe your wants and passions for than words will the fill the earth with the art we as mortals once knew.

As I have journey thru this life, two things seem to be said for my perspective on it, it’s not the fear or meaning of life or death for we are given chances to exceed or fail based on us or society. It is that of here or there. For if life is not clear, we live for here at this time and think of there. Or do we live in a fantasy life more apt to our liking than live here in this society of violence, drugs, and death.

Things from a child were so relaxed and good, even though it was filled with hardships it still magical there. Here the world has become grey, people are against people and we work to live and die.

And tremendous difference between here and there can be seen in every persons thought or dream. Yet we seem to go on. People needs to or well society needs to go back to the basics of everyone is created equal and we all help and take care of each other, For this here will soon end if the path is not switched. And last thoughts will be there.

Riddles and puzzles or more apparent in life’s struggles for every step seems to be another obstacle or burden for the gods amusement. Pawns on a chess board waiting for the battle that never happens and yet waits in the wind like a solemn leaf holding on to the branches in an autumn storm.

Clouded words I put here to reason with the darkness I have been in, death is no more a thought yet there is nothingness, plain and simple nothingness. Words of inspiration I love to create and pictures off the beauty of the world seem to be not there. They say it will get better, I do hope and pray for now I am just sitting by the shore waiting for the mist to fade away from the shoreline.