I suppose we write our own pages. I have seen so much but yet have so many blank. I know not what tomorow brings. Not all my furture I will like and not all my past I miss. I take and try to write the pages as best I can. Some are easier than others, but isn't that what it's all about. I have heard it gets better, I have yet to see. I try to take what comes and make it fit for me. But at times there is only so much you can fix to make it work for you. Sometimes the pages bring the end so close to my grasp then something chances the timing and gone from reach it is. I try to get it back but it is so far gone that the pages are just to blank and then turn black. Now I know not how to write my pages oh what shall I do. I can't go on without being able to write my pages of future past and future present.