The Gathering of Stars

Ask me how it feels to mourn the loss of something that was never yours and I will tell you about the time in between —the comforting silence, the merging of souls, minds that become one, hearts that live outside our bodies, laughter that linger on our cheeks, words that hold our hands as they speak truth to our existence like the gathering of stars

Old things that take up new meaning, songs that give us new feelings. So that one day we wake up as ourselves but in a fusion of souls. Time goes by and we realize that we hold hands until we do not. That we never owned the hearts we loved. That the things that heal our minds the most can break them. That death is the end of forever.