Why do we live? We live for tomorrow. We live our presence so we can  live our future. It seems like we are always waiting for a certain day to come and we wait and we wait and we wait. But in the time we wait we never take the time to enjoy all of the moments that life bears upon us . Life is,by far,way too short to only appreciate a few moments worth of contentment. Even if we were to live more than once we would never be the same.


In my mortal presence I walk from time to time carrying only the frames that life gave me as gift. In her existence I can only assume that I am alone. These frame. This book. Pages will fall from the book then will be burned to ashes. Ashes that are dryer than flour. Resting in my hands now waiting to be blown. Blown across the universe. Stardust. Stardust. Stardust.