t》M¤L - the Moments of Light

This feeling. I have to write about it now.

the arias. the way the little girl called out. she built this picture.

it feels "past". like a local old lady of that place i am to leave unnamed. i feel resurrected. i feel it was all over, an old woman was i, and somehow ended up here.

maybe Life is a Loop. consisted of individual loop. and are was I.

i don't understand the language, but it feels anciently scribed. i don't know how, but I was there.

We, in a way, found each other in that Place.

Where we were Moments of Light.

I touched You. You touched me too.

Felt like ancient prophecy. something at that moment. has undied.

We did This before. Where/How are things we were left to un-know. But that Girl called out Your Name. It was Uncoincidental.

Maybe I really am that resurrected old local lady, resurrected in these young blood cells. All I Know.

It All, in a Way, pre-scribed, makes infinitense.

We. The Moments of Light.

We. We carry, Within Us, the Matter of Time.

A Luggage it is, born with us.

Will die with,

the Last of Us.

And we Travel Through Our Minds.

As we Travelled.

We are tMoL

The Moments Of Light.