What is past is prologue–
Yes, subsequent to the slow drift-away and eventual (and total) negligence of the previous online musing outlet, after what must have been an eternity (a year), I finally decided that it was crucial that I set out for another writing establishment in the great soup of the vast web.
So here it is, Vermis Meridiem–and some lyrics I just had the privilege of listening to:
Feeling the past moving in–
Letting a new day begin.
Hold on to the time that you know;
You don’t have to move on to let go.
Add to the memory that you keep,
By remembering when you fall asleep.
Hold on to the love that you know;
You don’t have to give up to let go.
Remember turning on the night,
And moving through the morning light.
Remember how it was with you–
I remember how you made me cool.