Remembering Childhood

This world will never be the same. These streets, once bustling and lively, have grown empty. Yellow dandelions grow between the cracks in the gray asphalt, reaching towards a dim sky.

They're gone now, the people who once lived, laughed, thrived here. Only the memories they left behind remain. A dilapidated, caved in house, the paint weathered away by time, a place one might have called home. A faded playground, the swings long since missing, might have made someone's childhood. A dying garden, overgrown by vines, may have been where two people fell in love.

But that's all gone now. The only one left is you, wandering these broken alleyways, relishing in the bittersweet nostalgia of a simpler time. It's just you and the dandelions now, and maybe that's all right.

It's about time to stop looking back into the past, the disaster, the memories.

The only way to go now is forward...