wrote it forever ago, forgot about it, just found it. here you go. Forever free the world is such an intriguing place. horrible But equally beautiful. It is in this world that we are free, that we can soar. We think we know so much and yet we know so little. and not of such trivial things that make us feel so falsely wise, but of those things that we cannot know or capture. And yet this adds to the glory. And then there are those little things that make up each life, that we never realize are so important or special until they are gone: a smile or a whisper in the dark that makes a blush rise in your cheeks. A giggle shared and relished by two friends. And these things are what make the world so beautiful. These fleeting moments of happiness or intuition or complete ignorance. Of happiness or passion. They are there and then in the blink of an eye they are gone again. illusive as truth, and yet, they are always there, somewhere, somehow. Forever free.