It’s funny how seamlessly digging through old shit can jarringly stop you dead in your tracks.
I had totally forgotten I even had this.
Has it really been that long? Over a fucking decade!?!
Time doesn’t fly, it star-screams.
Whatever happened to us?
The smell of the paper hits me like demonic fucking possession… and it all rushes back…
The team was intact. Working as a unit. As one. A single minded goal. Tunnel vision. NOTHING else mattered, but fighting the good fight. Mission. Focus. Purpose. Passion.
We were unshakable.
Young and naïve? Sure, a bit. But that’s to be expected.
That green shell kept the sting of the naysayers and realists at bay.
Where did it all go wrong?
Was it simple, time-tested, battle-worn experience that splintered the hull?
I mean, how many failures can you experience before your heart eventually beats the stuff, not of passionate life blood, but of infectious poison.
Whatever it was, it got the better of us. And soon enough, no one was fighting the good fight.
Some perished under the infection, some became slaves to the poison, and others found that seclusion was the only way to keep the clawing hands of hell from nipping at their toes.
I don’t know. I wonder. These are different times now.
I mean, looking at this photo now, I feel it… if only a little. That spark. That passion. That vision of what once was and what we once though COULD BE.
Why can’t it still?
I wonder how they feel about it?
Do they even remember those times?
Do they want to?
Is the fight still left in them? Somewhere. Somewhere down there, suffocating and cell-blocked under that god-damned poison???
We were—We ARE brothers. We ARE united by that divine spark to breathe new life into this world.
Is it not our duty to use our gifts for the greater good? Then and NOW? In spite of what’s happened.
Now more than ever!
Or am I just getting myself fired up for nothing? Is it even worth it?
Let’s see what these fools are up to…
(to be continued…)