Capturing each passing moment with the beauty of words;
Capturing each passing emotion to fullest that I can,
My lyrical musings over the things that make up life.
Truly living is only found after you've been dead.
When my memory is a blank canvas with nothing but scars from the image that had once been, I can look back at the coded documentations of what life was like;
So when I get another chance at living, I can do better next time.

Capturing the beauty around me, capturing the soul of that life.
Wanting to relive the beauty, the laughter, the love,
Wanting the joy and pain; Just one more chance.
Then you look at the path before you, walking it is a bittersweet task.
But with these words locked away we can remember but continue to live, That is why my complex mind and light hand chose this legacy to leave.
If a picture is worth a thousand words then a thousand words are worth a life.
I'm simply telling you that the purpose of these writings is so that when we get another chance at living, we wont fail again.