There are certain memories in life that you can not count, but that you cherish and remember. That one number you sustain and uphold to the upmost of importance. Those thoughts you write, the images you draw that make no sense - yet unconsciously that sense lost, tis found in millions of little waves hidden within you’re throbbing heart. You linger upon those moments of insecurity, and want - yet not knowing what but intentionally thinking about them. It is that unknown man is afraid of, yet wants the attention of finding. It is that fear of loneliness that people avoid, yet long for it's grasping. Thine question still persists in mind, why art thine heart so kind yet consists of ones foolishness and pride.