And in these hands I hold the pieces of a story. The past, the biggest pieces. Their corners jagged and the colors faded. Mystery as to what is hidden in the hectic scenes upon them. They hide beneath the present, waiting in mystery to be remembered and used. Yet often they are cast aside for the colorful pieces of the present. Bold colors and graceful shapes they tell all that they can with just a simple glance. Within the colors are stories being told, many to be left unheard. Yet these colors attract our attention. We live in the now. Ignoring the confusion of the past and the blank pieces of the future. Everyone's life is a story, a puzzle. You can piece it together however you wish. No matter where you lay the pieces they will always fit. It is the resulting picture you must be aware of. To change this picture you must take hold and consider how you wish to fill the blank canvas of the future.