ToastyStoemp
He used to visit our place more often, he brought cheer and hapinness like it just rolled of of him. He always came in with that huge smile. It made us laugh from the bottom of our hearts. He brought us something sweet, something to make it true the day. Not anymore. Not since he passed, just like he made us smile he made us cry.
The object is just a matter of mass, time and space. It forms the universe we know, the items we use. Think about it for just a second. What would you be without ?
He himself and I, We form a group he himself and I, Strong like the tides and the rise of the sun. We shine like the moon, he himself and I. She is then other half of he himself and I.
The darkness will rise, it will be strong, destroying life as we know it. But then the heroes will rise and forge a team stronger then evil. The sun will shine again.
The past is what we leave behind us when we step into the future, it is the other side of our face when we think about what has happend, it makes us cry, laugh, die.