The Mysterious Power of Memories

Defined only by the man that has stepped foot into the light that it shines upon, the shimmering of the mighty light of the distant creatures that pace throughout the skies during the wee hours of the night shines upon us. The tiny balls full of the world's greatest mysteries shine upon a face made of freshly fallen snow on a winter's morning, a body made of plastic and a head full of waterfalls that flow on forever, thoughts that only some are lucky enough to perceive. We sit on the deck of  a boat made of mishaps and speak through the the everlasting rhythmic sound of the falling rain. The long winded conversation about life and its many twisted roots that all connect to the same place consumes us. We are melding through the lips which we speak through, our minds two rivers that both meet the same ocean. We flow together in this moment in which the seconds fall like the raindrops that come from the heavens, and the minutes are floating through the wave that we ride. As we speak about the different troubling aspects of ourselves we reunite our bodies with our own souls and intertwine to form an impenetrable bond. As we gaze upon the mysterious bright creatures of the heavens we are blown to pieces and parts of us are left staring back at a reflection. Both sides clueless to the fact that when minutes escape the water and begin to blow through the air neither of us will gain all of ourselves back. I look at your icy face and I discover the source that melts you down to your water and we begin to drown in ourselves as you have found the source melts me to my true water form. Although we are slowly dying we are being slowly reborn into one, the water shapes us at our cores, it goes through thousands of years of erosion in a matter of minutes. Our words hang in the gaps of space and time, they mean more than life and death, their weight is beyond gravities capacity and float on to other worlds. Throughout this gap in time we weren't two people we were one, our unclean thoughts flowed from our minds and were answered with a wash of passionate reasurement and pleasurable unhinged realism. The night lasted a lifetime, only it was that of a newborn that doesn't make it through it's first night. Our eyes began to tell us messages we chose to ignore but the weariness was growing ever powerful, as we began to fall victim to the downfall of ignoring time and the moon's calling to sleep. As we fell through the realms of our dreams we are unaware of the thoughtless bond being created between us. As we slumber we become a part of the heavens above, we are a story gazed on upon by the hundreds of other versions of ourselves that walk down the winding path of life. As we lose our connection the, mysterious creatures that pace among the heavens at night peer down on us and glow brighter, we are more than two people we are a memory that shines down upon us and guides the steps we take. We will never be forgotten, although the words that once melted us down to water are evaporated, the memories stay like the very ocean in which we once were reborn into. We last a lifetime. We are life itself.