Alex Z. Moores

An adventure is nothing but a story. After the adventure ends, it__ nothing but a memory; a shadow of a life you lived. People will envy you for the time it takes you to tell the story. But after that, what then? I think people admire you more for becoming a teacher. I really do.

The way the snowflakes float like tiny feathers__here__ an elegance to it. I could watch for hours. It__ hypnotic. It reminds me of the feeling I get when I stand on the beach, watching the waves. I__ mesmerized by the power, the vastness, and the mysteries of nature. There__ definitely something holy or divine about it. I wonder if it__ the same feeling people get when they enter a church.

It__ still hard to live in a foreign country with unfamiliar people, even when you__e with the person you love. I don__ have any roots or history of my own here. A person needs their history around them to remember who they were and to remind them of where they__e going. I__ worried about leaving my history and memories behind me.

They spent years putting the tiniest of details on these works of art. It reminded me of what we try to do with ourselves. We spend years trying to paint our personalities to look a certain way or to carve memories into our souls.

I would love to think that the essence of who we are continues after we die. Maybe our soul moves on somehow, and eventually we are reborn. Or maybe, we get absorbed into god like a drop of water into the ocean.I think it__ more believable than floating into the sky and entering heaven. I__e looked up and I__e never seen heaven the way religions describe it. But, I can tell you that I__e looked around down here, and I__e found many places that have appeared as if they could be heaven.

I have been looking at the rain fall today. I think my life is like a raindrop. Sometimes I go straight down where I fall. But sometimes, outside forces take me places I not know to go. They move me in life, and I feel I do not have control to stop it. So, I go for my heart.

I believe that water is the closest thing to a god we have here on Earth. We are in awe of its power and majestic beauty. We are drawn to it as if it__ a magical, healing force. We gestate in water, are made of water, and need to drink water to live. We are living in water.

The problem with the snow is that it sticks to everything it touches. You can__ get rid of it. Even when it melts away, the chill still clings to your bones.

Now that you have been touched by death, you__e going to feel its presence all around you. You__e going to realize your own mortality, and that death can happen at any time to anyone. It__ going to scare you to your core. It did me.

It seems that life is all about timing. Sometimes the timing is perfect for something you want, and the events come together perfectly. It__ at those times when you think life couldn__ get any better. Opportunities are presented to you, and you make the right decisions at the right times. You feel as if your life is gaining speed.Then suddenly, it seems that the universe changes. You__e stepped out of the flow, or time has sped up or slowed down. You try to make things happen even though the timing is wrong, and it__ like you__e swimming upstream.

Weather is cyclical. It__ falling and then rising. It__ movement. Swaying, drifting, and swirling. It__ power. Gravity, evaporation, and erosion. It__ a potpourri of human emotion. Happiness, sadness, elation, and disappointment.

A smile, like the poet's muse,Inspires passion in the lover's heart