a tribute and a memory |
once upon a summer’s day, searching for a group of friends and a place to post— I found you. you wore a different name but I wanted you for Stories and you were a bargain— a free account went further then and you caught me. my first static I posted at work between help desk queries and memos, and when people saw it, their praise enveloped me an electric blanket against office chill. I escaped in you. you were simpler then— or perhaps I was. I remember item numbers rolling over to two hundred thousand you’ve passed two million now every morning when I logged in your yellow background welcomed me skins were something you didn’t wear, yet. and look what you’ve become. fourteen years later I’m still caught up in you. not a fly in a web— a kite, floating free because you’ve given me anchor and the wind to soar. Author's Note: I joined in August, fourteen years ago--but because that's slightly more than fourteen years, I guess I needed fifteen stanzas, even though that feels strange. Prompt ▼ |