Lonetraveler Stories

my mother use to tell me a story... a story about a woman who cried an ocean of tears... ( im sorry if my grammar is bad!!)

Post-post-apocolypse Lots of imagery Super chill vibes She's kinda lost touch with the world... not really caring anymore, y'know? Minecraft is a world about... forgetting. It's about sitting quietly and contemplating, soft music and lost memories. Friendships forged in the fires that burn brighter than our torches. Sharp smiles and crazy plans, built on rubble and ashes. Moving, leaving, changing, growing. Having no past, only hopes for the future. Maybe I'm reading too much between the pixels, but it's been said "Minecraft music feels like not being able to return home because there's no longer a home to return to". Perhaps these words I've stolen contain more than I can express. But who knows? I'm only a young poet, fond of lore and new beginnings. Who are you?