This is the beginning, the beginning of the end. The place where everything flows together into one last masterpiece, where it all makes sense. All the tears, joy, pain, laughter, heartache, smiles. Where they all come into one and define my heart. Define who I am and what I am still to become. Each page a new beginning, each page another ending. Few may curl over into themselves. Each blurry picture crafted with words another showing of my tears. Every bright and iridescent page a reflection of my laughter. Each smile a starting heartache, each heartache a hidden joy. Everything is nothing, and nothing is everything. My life is my death, and my death is my life, for we live to die, and die to live. One viscious circle of hate and love, love and hate, terror and courage, bravery and fear. One resounding echo, eminating from one forgotten voice. So little, yet so much. Trust and hope and lies and emptiness. All we are, and yet, all we are not and never will be. Our heart's haven and our mind's hell. Just one more mirror to reflect our raggedy, wholesome lives, displaying our perfectly flawed emotions.