Unforgettable....

There was a time, when the clock striking eight had its significance.

When all else had to take a backseat for a television show.

That was ages and ages ago.

What was real once, seems like an old lucid dream.

A tune that once resonated everywhere, now a distant echo.

A song I once hummed day and night, some of its verses now forgotten.

Those familiar faces can still be seen, but names have changed.

The corners of a house that was once familiar, the images now indistinct.

Characters so real, I had lived with them once.

But now it is just fiction, I had fallen in love with.

Some memories are clearer than others, some fogged.

What were moments I had once lived, now faded recollections.

Sometimes the days go by, without thinking about those olden days.

Without reading tales, catching old episodes or watching video mixes.

Sometimes I think I may have finally moved on.

Perhaps that open wound has started to heal, though a void is still there.

The pain has receded somewhat. It is now just a dull ache.

The laughter, the giggles, the tears and the outbursts,

All are distant memories.

An archived forum that was once a second home,

I no longer visit as often.

The fights I had once fought with a passion, often seem silly now.

Sometimes I think I may have finally moved on.

But once in a while, a distant melody reaches the ear.

Words of a forgotten song come back and play on the lips.

Memories of a naughty smirk and a tinkling laughter come back as flashes.

They make me laugh one more time.

They make me cry one more time.

Sometimes I want to go back in time.

I return to this old home from time to time.

Some memories can never be forgotten.

No matter how old or faded they get.

Some tunes are timeless, some words never fade away.

A home is forever a home, no matter how far away.

Some stories are never just stories.

They make you fall in love, they become a part of you.

That is what IPKKND did to me, it became a part of me.

For it was never just story, it had given me a story of my own.

A story of love, laughter, celebrations.

A story of tears and heartbreak.

A story of loving it relentlessly, watching it, reading and writing about it.

Fighting for it and about it.

A story of making friends thousands of miles away.

IPKKND touched me and altered me.

Happy 3rd Anniversary IPKKND.

You are forever a part of me.