I saw it all.

As I looked into her eyes I saw a whirlwind memories.  In her eyes I saw my self.  In her eyes I saw it all...

For quite some time now I have attempted to mentally document a myriad  of tales and stories that could be pieced together to share a memoir of sorts. And as each tale has unfolded before my very eyes- questions continued to lure in.  I hungered for more, yet hesitated with each step.

 It was like somebody opening up a treasure chest- and all I could do was just sit in awe of how sparkly it all was.  And till this day I still am. And as I continue to familiarize myself with the contents within, it all begins to make sense.