When life fades off into nothingness will it cast a remembrance of us like the mountains in the background. I think not because mountains as beautiful as it is, is just space in slow motion and as the wind blows so does the change of that mountain changing from what it was to what it is now and forgotten as the past. I won't be forgotten, I refuse, I will become space and I will be back as I am, the way I see my self for the way others see me is always changing.
As I walk through the forest I feel as if the world is so big but on top of a mountain, I see the world as big and small. When I close my eyes and imagine the world, I see it as small. One small grain of sand in a space that offers me more.
