"We never notice awesome shit until it's gone,"
Wrote some anon.
He wrote in reply to another guy
who dreamt of living a fantasy.
Can't be blamed to explore the blur
of a cosy village in a river gorge, sure,
but these feels are too real for me.
How often we look to our desktops as portals
to another world. And often it is, you click a link,
and you're transported.
But what if the edges of where we stand,
Anonymous or not, typed with shaky hand,
are merely fence posts we create as borders.
And turn that background
at the forefront of your mind
into more than a fantasy.
Make it a memory.