Eventually...

life happens. Time moves on and everyone finds themselves looking around
for any idea of who they are and how they came to be.

time will move on. Life will become a medium of what has happened and what will be to come. Forever stuck in the middle enjoying the moment but never understanding it.

Dreams will come true. Just don't expect them to happen when you want them to. Needs and wants are more useless than spoiled milk.

things will seem bad. Dark clouds will move ahead and the sun will disappear for days on end. People die, film gets ruined, clothes get dirty, love will stop.

you will be confused. A fanciful bountiful option filled existence, who would of thought. No mind can keep up with this many outcomes to this many possible scenarios.

you will grow up. No matter how much you resist, how much you stomp your feet you bite your nail scream and shout.

What does all this means. It means unexpected things happen and especially during times of when your never really sure. it's like life purposely makes things more confounded more confusing more hard. I know i know if life was easy it would be worth living.

So what am I saying, what am I saying. I'm saying that I just don't understand that at one point in time, at one single point in this time line of Earth, how so many intersecting point, so many inter lying dots, interconnecting dots why one thing can be so different to everyone.

How the word love can be moved around like dice on a board. How can I love while not being sure how can he love when he already has, how can she love when there has been no time, how he can love when he doesn't know. How do you know, how does anyone know. I hate this unknown reality.

i guess what else more to say other than

That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet