Do you ever just type? For no other reason than it just feels right?
So many new faces in so many familiar places, and still one by one they leave, I doubt I will ever cross paths with them again. It leaves me wondering, who they were, what they do, are they happy and living life the way the desired or are they not?
Life is full of questions. I enjoy it so.
Each individual moment is what give life its meaning, good, bad or indifferent. What does it mean? Nothing. It is only a moment, a moment that will never happen again.