Backward now, to when I knew you, to when you knew me. Can you remember? Because I can’t seem to forget…

“What to do about nothing?” Its just who we were or what we became I suppose. There are always those who have marched under this banner and there will be many more still; us lost boys needn’t double take the waving motto that danced above our heads. No second-guessing the ephemeral, for we held tightly to the only certainty we had.