jak0788
a montage of my life. and your life. images thrown together on a china plate and dishwashed with years of worries. memories that somehow don't matter anymore and some that matter more than ever. a waterfall of pictures, of frozen smiles and distant eyes. this is our story. and this one. and that. caught in the whisper of polished paper.
a canteen is only one of the things we carried that day. along with pictures of the ones we loved, and the hope that on the other side of that vast decay of world, there was something worth the trek, something to make it all a little better. in our canteens, we carried promise.
Torchlight. archaic and out of date but flashing the memory of a better time. quieter, more adventure in the world. when there was something left to explore, to dream of, to hope for. we've snuffed the wonder from the earth like the flame from a torch. and i'd like it back. I want to know what it's like to live by torchlight.
i'm curious, ya know? no. i don't know. nobody is curious anymore. we sit and soak in the information given us like it's workshop grease and a good dose of love. no one questions it. no one stops to wonder how things came to be this way, why fact is fact. Life, my friends has been drained of it's curiosity like blood from a victim.