Below Rock Bottom.

So I was having breakfast this morning and sat down to watch Euro News to see whats happening around in the world.

Here's a quick scoop: 

So Tokyo is apparently hosting the 2020 Olympic games and Turkey is apparently bummed that it won't get to do it.
Some riots in Brazil on Independence day.
Elections is Germany.
Political debates everywhere.
New Technologies.
Safety and quality control standards.

All these people are all focused on bettering their lives, making use of new technologies, hosting Olympic games and making necessary arrangements and don't get me started on the quality control; while we're here struggling to hold on to the last of our humanity trying to keep ourselves afloat while they drag us again below rock bottom.

But I'm fairly sure that this time we won't go down without a fight. That we either succeed or die trying Insha'Allah.

So He Left.

He was happy up until he wasn't.
His grandfather died and so did the magic. The place lost its spirit, its sense of humor. It no longer took him to wherever he wished to go. The doors were no longer portals to different lands, but mere wood. He tried to bring the magic back and if people could live on the moon they would here him banging on doors, shouting at the house, and trying so hard to go somewhere .. anywhere, but the house refused.
And every time he opened a door, he found furniture, he found the attic, he found the kitchen but he never found the magic.
The disappointment was just so heart wrenching, It was getting too much for him to handle.
He hadn't just lost his grandfather, He also lost himself.
He lost his escape whenever the world got too loud for him to handle.
So he left.
He left the house he's always loved and ventured into the unknown.
Little did he know, that with every step he took away from it, the magic slowly returned.
But once again, the memories started to fade.