Inside the mind there is a world. Not a real outside world with people and cars, but the mind is a creative, thinking world were only its person can control. A world full of life and adventure and also nothingness at times. The mind is a treasure chest. A book of a million pages, both filled and empty. The filled pages are homes to all of the thoughts, good and bad, ideas, plans, knowledge, and memories. The empty pages are for the times to come; the birthdays, graduations, family reunions, science projects, and new school years. Then there are also sad and lonely moments that will come; loved ones dying and broken hearts. The mind is like a clock; the gears, and wheels always turning, always thinking.