First Entry Always wanted to take this picture, something to be brought to the future, i'm years too late or else we would have one perfect picture. late, i'm always late.In everything. But that's my life i guess, our time on earth is but a fleeting moment, like a candle we are lighted, we shine for a moment we thought to be much more longer than a moment, and then we flicker out like so many men before us.How insignificant of us,the creation. We were created then we were erased, and we thought we the only one that matters. Maybe sometimes we've just simply forgotten about the Artist who drew us into existence.Maybe we are just a drop of paint on a giant canvas, meshed with other drop of paints, meshed with others to form some sort of a pattern, Maybe we are not so isolated as we think we are, nor so important as we sure we are, but i'm sure we are a part of something, something bigger than our mere selves, a part in a painting masterpiece of a Genius. There are a lot of maybes in this random scribbling of mine,but life is also full of maybes (or maybe not, what do i know.)