A New Day ...

Within a few hours my body will gain physically another year to it, my spirit preparing itself to withhold another years worth of memories, pains, laughs, and nightmares. I shall again dream another dream in hopes to waking up to another place. I seem to ponder about "time" a lot, it seems to phase my mind during the day of my regular routines. I wonder why or how we age, who really determines that we are simply a number? Of course we are told we were born at such and such a time, but we were not.

We were simply alive for 9 months in our internal homes. Life is but a dream? In some cases it can be good, but in most its a bad dream, humans come and go leaving this world with or without a cause, but how do you mark an eternal placement within this world? Who will remember us 100 years from now, will we be an unfortunate race, a "lost bloodline" or a legacy of some sort that will be remembered through history but most of all in peoples minds?

We do not determine whats rightfully ours but in a way we are given a place where we receive rights and a sense of freedom?

But for today this theory shall be put to rest for the years to come and it shall once again come alive when the time is right, now it is time to lock yet again another years worth of memories into a life long pensive, that I have obtained since birth and now I've come to pay my respects and say goodbye to a forever gone friend I bid you adieu my 16 year old self. For I will never get to relive these days with you, instead I will be 1 more year advanced then I was with you and for now our playground is within our dreams.