Almost five years have passed since the initial release of World of Warcraft. I have played an elemental shaman since the closed beta of the game, to this very day. In this time, I have formed an intimate and devastating relationship with this game--in fact, it would not be fair to call this relationship any less than an addiction. Drawing out the various stigmata associated with the word, one can imagine a multitude of sins for which I must repent, but mostly, my regrets lie with the damage to my spirit and mind. Upon the edge of this deep dark well, I have laid my poetry, my music, my education, my emotion, my humanity. They stand, teetering on the brink of an endless abyss, threatened not with an apocalyptic boom, but with a quiet atrophy, slipping, colorlessly, senselessly, away.
I am young. I know less than I believe I do, yet more than I assume others believe. Yes, humanity is constantly relearning the lessons learned, but I hope there is some sense left in me to give me pause, to cease this unrelenting torrent of vicious repetition. I am young, and I have much to learn.
The true key is balance.
I will fall asleep tonight, with my character imprinted in my eyes,
Saying my goodbyes, and fond farewells,
And tomorrow,
I shall wake up to the first day, in a long long while, awake, as myself.