It was beautiful, and no matter how hard anyone tried, no one could change that.

In this there was everything. It was black and white but it was colorful and beautiful, with explosive lights and color. It was happy yet sad. You tried so hard to forget it, didn't you? But you didn't. Believe me, it's not that easy. It led us all, not just you.

And once it left, that should have been it... but it wasn't, was it?

People clung to the hope that it had embedded into their hearts so many years ago as they cried and slowly became empty. That's such a harsh word though, right? We didn't become empty, it filled us with a new type of hope with its passing. The hope you have... once you've grown up. It just didn't seem like that's what we did. In fact, I felt younger. I felt like a helpless child as my maturity came after me, clogging my throat and making water drops fall from my eyes.

That's normal though, really. If it doesn't happen to you- well, you are definitely not grown. Growing up can be hard, but maybe that's what it was trying to teach us all along.

Be black and white, but have your color. Don't be afraid to leave something behind. Love others but love yourself too. Accept the past, embrace the future...

And never stop running...

A/N: This is about mcr if you can't tell already. What do you think?