What is life....
when I die... will the love still linger in my soul.
or will the memories of it drift like an old portrait in an art museum. The glamor once shinny in the eyes of the photographer, but now just faded in ours.
Will it become just another past moment long forgotten, caught in a priceless still.....
Is our moment just a now... only remembered by the ones who coexisted in our world of space. Do we live to make our mark in life.... So we will be remembered, like how a river cuts through a canyon..over the cliffs it has molded lies beyond what we don't know... is there a light in the end of the horizon. Or when our time comes to an end, does it slowly go down like a sunset that I gaze at this very moment..
My moment is now.. and I will live it. I will write about things I do not understand. I have no fear of death for death is life's shadow.......
