WinterAlchemist

All we experience, all we percieve, do they truely happen? I just rembered doing something, but did I do just as I rember. Memories are the stories of our lives. If it happened a decade ago or just a second they are all just memories. But what happens when those memories are gone? Is it just over? The world is just our memories. Don't Forget.

I just relized how much life changes. Friends come and go. Intrests are liquid, forever changing. Status is never constant. We all change and it is futile to try to stop it. I'm no longer bored but school still sucks. That is almost the only thing that is constant in todays ever changing world. I relize how many friends drifted away and how many I have made. They are different but in a way they are the same. You have the standard archetypes, the funny man, the videogame nut, the sports freak, the butt end of all the jokes. The only thing constant is change. I forget where I heard it but it is true. People move, things happens, life goes on as

Let it be a never ending snowfall. Let it cascade in a sheer radiance. Let it cover all of our sorrows. Let it blanket the world in a pure white veil. Let it chill the winter nights. Let it dance in the full moon's light. Let it glisten like the stars up above.

Black. It shelters me form the outside world. It provides the protection of nothing. It expresses me and myself and I. By being a encompessing void. It is there to be filled as it already is. Without it there is nothing. Without it there is everything. In and out and around there it is. It is here and there but nowhere. The color of nothing, and everything. It is the beggining, and the end, and everything in between. It holds things. It lets things go. It is untouchable in the absolute It contains nothing. It contains everything. It is the Blackness