Unknown

Nov 24, 2011. 6:44am

We live in the unknown. As I write these words, I know I will not remember writing them. Not them in the sense of the words, them, meaning that which is happening as I write them. Even If I were able to recall it, I guarantee I will not remember the day following. Just as I don't remember the day of yester. Our minds are spectacular, our lives are wonderous and our meaning is everything. I'm rambling on, I appologize. To think of pain, think of it as a feeling that will pass. It will pass and eventually be of no meaning. Though the pain may lead to death, it will pass. Just as all of time, slowly yet rapidly drifting by. It all passes.