That's the thing about life. It goes by so fast you can't control it. It's a bullet train. But it leaves it whispers like everything does. Relationships leave their stains, people leave their stories, time leaves it's rust. And life leaves it memories. I can't ever go back to the places and times I really want to go back to, but I can remember them. Because sometimes I miss people and places that aren't there anymore or are far away. But life? Thanks for the memories.