Time begins with a sudden flash, and ends in a quite death. From where we were to where we are. Quite is the soul when heaven call for it to rest. But when its a live no star can't shine as bright. Souls are the doors to true bliss, painful memories block the truthful light that hope holds no prisoner. Memories come memories go, may only good ones stay and no evil may endure.

From now till, the start of the day. Let love win over hate. Let hope win out over fear. When all the ways and all the doors are blocking your peaceful bliss. Open your heart to a love to pure, so endless there is no holding it. Fill your body from head to toe. And go through the things that seek to block, and disapprove.

From a mind so young and so free, to a mind so righit, and unchanging. Allow yourself and your child's elf meet, find a space were both can lay. Enjoy the the small childish things you once held dear. Smile at children playing in the street. Laugh at yourself when you make a fool out of yourself.