For the longest time, I used to spend my free time in WoW.
I used to just farm, farm, raid, raid some more then farm. Now, I can't even bothered to log on, or renew my sub. I used to talk in vent, had my own guild, cared about progression and felted that people even FELT the same, as I do. Now it's all gone. Nothing has replaced the hours I have spent, the need I felt, and the want I deserved. Harrowing is the fault I feel, and the despair, I inherit, of the fallen comrades of old. I see the dead faces of my old comrades in everything I do. They don't leave me alone, and I hear the dead voices of my friends long past. I have actually forgot the voices and faces they have. Only their lost causes of motivation. So harrowing are the voices of the dead.
Gone are the people that cared, loved and lived with me. We fought and died for the things people take for granted. The ease of leveling, streamlined questing, and easier button mashing. Gone are the days of meaning full progression and sated hearts of weary travelers. Where are the people that needed each other and wanted companionship? Has the world gotten so distrustful that I have to fear everything, from everyone? Why can't I believe in this world, this fantasy, anymore?
Am I old and washed up? Dried and done? How can I bring back the magic that I felt? It wasn't that long ago, Vanilla. With it's magical visions of displacement and grandeur. It's grinds of meaningful progression and penultimate finality.
What trials wait those of the dead and lost? How does the dead reclaim that was once theirs? So I give those that have the power, to give life unto myself. Or do you wish I die, old and honorful. A life worth lived?
I am lost, help me find a way.