An early morning sun rise over the horizon reminds me tomorrow is always just around the corner. Always on my mind, something simple, yet so beautifully complex. Depths so endless, eyes that shine. A smile the lights up even my darkest days. I live my life threw eyes that have seen more then some could handle. Yet I always look on the bright side, because I know my worth. A life is a life, none is more important then another. A soul is the essence of the being we are. Could you honestly trade that for the riches of a life that never lasts? No one truly makes it out alive, so why live along the lines of a belief. Just an incomplete thought, an argument that hasnt been started. Our days alone are numbered, so I refuse to live by rules of something more then what is needed for peace. Equilibrium is my goal, my state of mind, so tell me. What do you do, when you realize all your dreams have come true? When you realize the things you said goodbye to along the journey to the top? Is it lonely up there, I'd think nothing less because the little things are what make this short life worth living. No one makes it out alive, so why chain yourself to a hopeless aspiration that has the slightest chance of becoming real. Its just my opinion, if not just a question that crossed my mind. The way I see it, threw my inexperienced eyes. I live to love, & love to live for those who love me. There isn't much I want from this life, I can live without the finer things. I can get by, but there are so many that need more then I. Isolation is my specialty. I've grown too comfortable but if I can break that shell, what is there stopping people like you, my reader? Let your mind wonder the impossible, ponder the unthinkable. You'll be amazed at what you may stumble upon. I'm sure you believe you have me figured out, am I right? If so, tell me what you see, what you think, and feel towards the author you don't truly know. Judge me as you wish, my views are flexible. I choose to refuse to lean towards something, until I have seen it from every angle. My words are true to the me, the one thing I know I'll always have. They can't run away, though they can escape. Though that fault is mine, because I lose my train of thought quiet easily. I ponder these things in the early hours of the morning such as this, while my peers sleep. I converse with the moon until that glorious sun rise.