silence.

I cannot believe my time is over, because I have too many dreams I've yet to pursue. Everything fits so perfectly together, and it's almost hard to believe. It's hard to comprehend the way the wind blows, and how the earth knows to change seasons each and every year, folding into decades and centuries. It's weird to be to think everything is here coincidently or by chance. How can people believe all these miracles...just for someone to breathe...is all made for nothing and by no one? These times, they fly by, and we never remember to appreciate this while we're in the moment. Only while looking back are we able to see the importance in the small moments.
And for the next moments of my life, I'm going to remain silent.

Currently wanting: christmas, frappicino, new friendships.