Silence. Emptiness. Often an unusual thing here, that of silence. Where as its welcoming, it's also consuming. Your face, like a neon advertisement on a billboard, flashing messages. Adornment. Chastised between the whipping willow tree. Then and now, through all of time and all of space. In a very seldom looked upon way, we are all time travelers. Destined forth between black holes and brilliant supernovas. Sprinkled dose of fairie dust upon the imagination of a child. Shame as we grow older we lose sight of that which imagination thrives. A collective innocence of a generation. A first kiss, a scraped knee. How you felt one summer night long ago, while a storm rolled in and your favorite person in the whole universe pulled you close and kissed you as the sky broke. Unleashing a powerful rainstorm, but you stood there. Braced against the elements within love. Maybe the answer to life isn't who your forever love will be, but how many little moments can you remember that are entirely worth remembering?