Fingerflow.

Call it luck or call it destiny, but I found an old soul in a box of trinkets that had found its place in a modern world. It is the key that unlocks a forgotten moment in time. I carry it with me in the pocket at my chest, and it whispers sweet nothings to my weary heart. Sometimes it seizes me away to another time, to a foreign place when people were valued for their depth and complexity, a time when being both strong and weak wasn’t a contradiction. It takes me to a time when respect was something people earned and a thing called honor was worth dying for, when freedom was a man’s elusive lover and loyal friend, when blood, sweat and tears was all in a good day’s work. I hold onto those sweet lessons, savoring them like a box of chocolates in the back of my mind...