Do we honestly believe that nobody reads these words anymore? That nothing of consequence will come from the updates and entries? Is there a comfort in the belief that an identifying soul will only find you through chance, nomatter how many paths plan to cross. There is no single entity, and yet we were all writing the same words. We were all drawing from the same ball of light up in the sky. Be it moon or sun there is no difference as long as one can see the keyboard in due time to be true. To say that nobody remembers this small page you once checked feverently is not exactly a lie. We all remember the nights you didnt know who you were, because back then we had no idea either. Back then there was simply time enough for soul searching. We had the days to burn when we wanted to sulk about the boy or the girl. And the nights that went too fast for us we fondly remembered thanks to photographs locked away in cameras still undeveloped. Regress back three years and you'll find nothing you remember. Would they wear that now? No. Could you say that now? Unlikey. But back then it was who you were. It was the newest damned fad and the funniest line you ever saw on a tv show. Back then there were sheild in place, walls in place to protect the sanctuary and prison we called home. And now we have the same impulses, or at least the same desires. They may not be acted upon for the simple fact that it would be improper. It wouldnt fit in. That show has been cancelled. But I say we rise above just one more time, dipping below the society and spooning out the cream filling of innocent times. Reaching into the ether of youth when a generations worth of anxiety and angst seemed summed in the lyrics of a song. Two lines from a band that released it's greatest hits the year later, and there is still no better way to say it. We are forever our youth, and now the youth is available to us as long as a server remains intact. The webspace has cemented childhood in a convenient sidewalk that just asks to be walked upon one more time.