I'm hesitant to revisit my past.
This dA page was my past,
Filled with quirky artworks and immature language
That brought upon my happiest moments from the darkest of times.
And I've definitely grown,
From the insecurity of a middle schooler
From the depths of an emotionally insane goofball who
Tried her best to save everyone with smiles
When she couldn't even save herself.
And now that's it been almost three years,
Yet these beloved franchises remain as faint saviors from the morbid past.
It'd be great, in all honesty
To jump back to the lonely days where games were my escape,
Shows depicted the horrid actions, I wanted to take
And where art truly imitated the-not-so-rosy life
To relive those memories and journey through a perilous road to restore these broken shards
Would be a true blessing.
But as the Save Frog persistently chimes after every encounter:
*hop*
Save your game?
Because,
"A story is a series of memories
If you don't take care to preserve your memories, you'll forget them."~