Lately, I’ve been missing pixel world‘s. Worlds created just for gamers.
World‘s where i’ve spent way to many hours.
I’ve killed thousands of Orc’s and Skelton’s
seen creatures I can’t even describe
and felt the heat of
nonexistent suns
and underwater worlds
whose beauty surpassed reality.
I yearn for scenery both fake and real
For game play and friends both near and far
Those that left
Those that stayed.
I miss nonexistent pallyful powers
Corpse runs in the middle of FV
Learning how to kite
And two box
Unreality and PON
and Laughter and playfulness
I learned teamwork and how to do a
Proper, LOH(Lay on hands)
I also learned how to die with my team.
I miss it all, the way an addict misses ice cream
But you can’t go back.
Not to a boyfriend
Or to a game.
Because in the end, it will never be the same.
I gave them up
To create illusions out of nothing.
Applied to paper in the form of words
That I hope someday
Will be a true enjoyment for others.
This post, however, is dedicated to those who I’ve spent quality time with.
Azlayen, Razma, Meeka, Wrake, Caliktil, and my adopted son Yardwyn.
Who memories keep me amused still.
From East Freeport to the Butcher-block mountains
and Azeroth and beyond.
Cim says, “hi.”
To those I miss
And those I still talk to
Thank you. It was a fun ride!.
Sheryl WInters 