Life's moments reside in each folded curl, gnarling the surface of my brain. Every curl rolls across an ocean of turbulent memories, crashing against each other to create waves of treasure seeking freedom from their confines. Yet, without inspiration, one cannot direct their flow, so their purpose may vanish unnoticed. Without guidance from the heart, what inspiration may memories yield? Words are but empty vessels meant to convey wisdom, love, passion, despair, anger, and tears that bring our story to the interpreters of our dreams. Please help me guide those words, so others may see the beauty my eyes beheld during a life's long journey.