Tonight we are young and alive. There is a crisp feeling in the air. A mysterious longing which we cannot understand. So then are these the best days of our lives?
What of tomorrow, is the question I preside. Were our dreams only till here? Do we spend our latter days grasping at air? Is now all we have, and the rest all a lie?
No, this night is not so divine. It’s simply a moment as are all the rest. It’s the memories we make and nothing from the time.
Death only cares for the life. He does not worry what age or frame. Life is only a vapor, a fractured piece of light. We must live every moment like we’re young and alive.
Art: Pascal Campion