memories of our past...anew everyday as we choose to be. I awake and I think I am me based upon my past...a past that is gone, a moment that is locked inside the cells of this brain, as real as the information on your hard drive...I adhear to this as it provides me a framework upon which I operate today...tomorrow it will be lost as I choose to leave it behind...I am nothing more than my imagination allows me to be, I am nothing at all.

I am strong, I am weak, I am me, I am nothing.

Here we meet and tomorrow you are a synapse, a flicker in the realm of the great void...this mind. So what is real...nothing is real, real is only a word we devise to give meaning to something otherwise meaningless. We define this world, our experiences, our interactions, our intentions...we create our own reality, divided only by our fear and manifested in only the most profound circumstance, the clockwork cognition.