Yesteryear Fiction

A Future of Memories
By John Ogden


When I stand at the edge of reality and stare down into the abyss that lurks ever on before, I lament the fact that not even magic can hold back these moments. I lament the fact that, for every smiling moment of golden spill sweetness and light, there will be a pining future where the shreds of memory smiles are all that remain to be grasped. I run headlong into each moment of bliss, hold it, taste it, do everything to feel it just a little bit longer, but in the end I am always here, looking back.

Missing you.


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John Ogden was conceived of a government form and a passing mailbox. He lives somewhere out in the woods of a rural land more akin to the fantasy realms of literature than real life, and his favorite dirt bikes will always be the broken ones.