Time

What is time?

I hope every thing matters when it comes to the end, because if it doesn't what's the point of anything? What's the point of writing songs, and wishing, and thinking, and breathing, and blinking, or even just speaking? You see there's a reason for you being here. In no way is it random, your perfection makes it clear and everyone around you would just die to have you near. So remember that when you're falling there's always someone to catch you, as long as your heart is open and you let people love you. I mean shit, if you weren't here what the hell would I do...