I am just a rock in the world that is your life, some rocks you never notice, some rocks you pick up and observe it, feel it, see it. some rocks you hold in your hand you you might have the time of your life with that rock, but it could just be a skipping rock and once its skipped its gone forever maybe never to be remembered. other rocks you cherish something about them, maybe a stage in your life that you wish to keep something from maybe the way it looks or interacts with you, but you keep that rock till the day you die. I dont care which rock i am. In the end i know im going to end up lost in some lake or the vast ocean, but i am glad to be a rock none the less. i hope you like what this rock has to offer.