poem

"And out of nowhere, you see a light.
And without thinking, you start running.
Harder and faster, like you never have before.
So maybe you can outrun this light,
just abandon it forever,
and revel in all of your past memories,
trying franticlly to perserve them so they won't go away.
You don't want to grow up,
but too fast life is coming.
It is calling."
~Amy, Memories.
11/5/08