It's a tale of man seeking to find himself, and upon undertaking this journey he discovers what it means to live along the way.
We forget in that moment, That we are strangers, Walking alongside each other; Echoes of a past, On a cold misty morning.
I just think we as people both young and old need to view time differently and not indifferently.
I guess I just want others to know that I don't need you to understand sometimes. Sometimes I just need to feel. And even though I can be hard to be around sometimes, I'm still there with you.
As if living has now finished and the prime of your life has blossomed, ignited, burned and slowly withered, wilting away into the sunset of life.
But I think it's okay for me to say, 'I'm not fine, but I'm getting to a point where I know I will be fine soon.'
It shows how we as people live for stories.
'But it could be worse. We could be... alive.'
Snow is change. It holds time. But, it is beautiful.
The good, the bad and the OP Ultima key.