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I used to be...

 

Celebrating my first moderation on this great yet troubled site, I thought to lower the iron curtain and do this sorta sharing. practicing my human right of feeling smarter and wiser than most...! :P

I used to be...

If the loading screen is gracefully black and the usual "Now Loading" or "Please Wait" is cowering in shame in corner of the screen. You see your reflection, one with the blackness, darkened as the villain you're about to save the world from. Your thoughts are like a train whose destination is the first bright frame. You wonder how it all began.

I used to be... 

It's probably the 89455247521857th random encounter. But this time you're the final boss fight. A party of heroes trying to save the womb from you. Your defence is failing, your offence is fading. Eventually you peek with your little head, looking at the world upside-down like a sneaking ninja. That's when they strike the final...pull. Is that a cord they're cutting or it's a wire?! That's how you'll brag about yourself, years later, that you were born to play.

I used to be...

A few summers pass since your climatic defeat. But this summer is different. You still hope for your school to be bombard by the axis or struck by godly thunder. Yet another hope is taking over: Pandora's Box. You first saw it on TV, then on a store shelf, looking down on you kindly. Is It calling your name?! Then your first live encounter at your buddy's home. Two hours in heaven evaporated like two minutes.Then six days of wait weighted on your little heart like six years. My kingdom for Pandora's Box. That's your slogan.

One day your dad is back home. But this day he's not alone. His left side is weighted by it. Pandora's Box. It winks at you: "We meet again, little one, or should I say, Player 1". You feed it game upon game. It's opens gate upon gate, world upon world, and summer upon summer pass by.

I used to be... 

And now you're here, thinking that "I used to be...". What?! you still open gates and conquer worlds. What's different?! is the magic gone?! No, the magic is relative, but it's always there. maybe it's your senses. They only hear the creaking of the gates. They only see the worst of the worlds. They only feel like a dumped apple core. Blinding light shows. Endless rain of bullets. Explosions like there ain't no tomorrow. Impossibly slim women+huge boobs+massive weapons+little clothing. But the wondering child has left you, long ago.

I used to be...

I used to be...

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Patient. Tolerant. Loving. Forgiving. Now you're only angry. They still think you're the same child. Oh if they know how much you wish you were. But it's no more Pandora. It's just the box now.

You want your own gate opened. Your own world conquered. Maybe then you'll find the missing child. The child who is all what you used to be. You'll wink at him: "We meet again, little one, from this day, we'll be one" 

Your thoughts are like a train whose destination is the first bright frame. Your darkened figure melts in the brightness. Another gate to open. Another world to conquer.

Another hope to spare.