So Ends An Era
We often mark different periods of our life by objects or possessions. We can recall the year we listened to Third Eye Blind non stop, we can look back on the Lego era, there are shirts I became attached to for periods and would wear them non stop. For some reason, objects, mere possessions become more than that, like the velveteen rabbit.
Today, a select few friends and family witness the death of one such object. Tears were shed as it slowly faded from weakness. Today we lay to rest the Blue Moon Lucky Charms Digital Watch.
Born right out of the box over a year and a half ago, BMLCDW watched over me. Gradually it, no... he, became apart of me. When other watched broke down or left, he stayed strong. We met girls, impressed strangers, and occasionally slept in the same bed. We were closer than friends, closer than brothers, we were one and the same. When the night came our souls intertwined to become as two in one body, and when he faded ... a part of me faded too.
I speak to you a broken and empty man. I can only hope to live as he would have wanted me too, in his memory. I keep him on my wrist as a reminder of the good times we shared together.
I here there are ways of raising the dead, rumors of miracle workers called "jewelers" who can put the life back into those who have passed. This gives me hope. Perhaps one day we will be reunited when we can share in the divinity of life after death. I seek out the best jeweler and pray that we meet again.
Until then, my good and ever faithful friend, rest in peace.
Thus ends and era.
Today, a select few friends and family witness the death of one such object. Tears were shed as it slowly faded from weakness. Today we lay to rest the Blue Moon Lucky Charms Digital Watch.
Born right out of the box over a year and a half ago, BMLCDW watched over me. Gradually it, no... he, became apart of me. When other watched broke down or left, he stayed strong. We met girls, impressed strangers, and occasionally slept in the same bed. We were closer than friends, closer than brothers, we were one and the same. When the night came our souls intertwined to become as two in one body, and when he faded ... a part of me faded too.
I speak to you a broken and empty man. I can only hope to live as he would have wanted me too, in his memory. I keep him on my wrist as a reminder of the good times we shared together.
I here there are ways of raising the dead, rumors of miracle workers called "jewelers" who can put the life back into those who have passed. This gives me hope. Perhaps one day we will be reunited when we can share in the divinity of life after death. I seek out the best jeweler and pray that we meet again.
Until then, my good and ever faithful friend, rest in peace.
Thus ends and era.