sobering.

and this is the way we remember life. we accept death and we appreciate the days we had to live in glory. while we move on we shed tears of sadness, yet smile through them and laugh at the memories that were made while we still could. and this is the way I paint the slate to add new memories to the ones buried beneath. I add layers upon layers because each layer is a memory, a happening, a reason for my existence. it's a new breath from my lungs to reach up above the surface and find new life. and this is the way we remain sane.