Forever stuck in the vault which will never come out, my past in the dust that is covered on the books. So many books I had open throughout the years, are now closed. Locked away in a vault where no one has access to, library in the vault that will never see the light of day. I see my life as book with a library. At this point you can call my life a dictionary for each topic I have written about. With so many genres and moods to choose from. You would be stuck in the vault for years. This is how I classify each interaction and what I experience throughout each year. This is how I define each year and why some years are more special compared to others. Now do you understand why I am organized. I can’t stand a mess, each thing has a certain place. Each book was part of my survival guide and how I survived each year. I love reading and staying up to date of what is going on in the world. I love puzzles and doing equations, I always have to be doing something. I can never stay still. Many would say I had an easy life or I make everything look easy. I worked on my weakness and I kept working on where I wanted to be in life. With writing many say there are certain languages you should use and you shouldn’t use because it won’t be classy. Another label to put on many people, when actually use certain words get the point across. It also shows emotion and what the reader needs to know. I may get lost, but I will eventually find my way back home to open the vault.