In a world that has been

16 years

I have been adding my poetry to my computer and stumbled over several old fan fiction stories I had written for Harry Potter role plays several of my friends created with me. It made me remember how much I loved those days, when I would wake up and be so excited about the prospect of what the characters in the world we had created would do. It seemed so real, so reliable and free. That time has sadly passed and even if I have tried to capture it again I can’t. It was an age when nothing else but the obsession and love for the characters and the imaginary environment could burn though. Now life scolds me and makes me look at the bigger picture, what a cruel and ugly woe.

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