It Happens After, Again ...with time comes inspiration. Something new is formed from nothing. Life is an empty tablet, waiting to be engraved upon. Each new mark is made with memory, Memory is made by what good may come. Could this blessing be a curse? Inspiration fades with Glory. Uncertainty is marked with the red of my blood. Triumph with the permanency of gold. Soon, the Midas touch is all but forever gone. Glory fades with time. - Benjamin Page
