All of those nights when I stayed up wondering about what would happen the following day. All the time wasted on things that would just fly by anyway. Things swirl in the sunlight like a soft glow from heaven, and all the lover's have changed names. I can still hear each and everyone breathing. There's a difference in the littlest of things. Time is as real as a picture. Still, quiet, misleading. What if I forget now? My heart, my fears, and my sanity? All I have is what I know, and someday... I might only have those pictures left. When that day comes, may God remind me, that I did have a purpose.