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From the beginning of time, a heart is rudimentary, a malleable mold of human life.

And love, whether it be familial, or branching from friendship, or social, or humanitarian, or even miscellaneous can it change the course of one's fate.

Susceptible to intimate touches of this fearing heart of mine does love strew the fatal shadows of loneliness away.

It melts away my defenses.

This warm feeling, a succor for viable meaning of existance.

An allay from emptiness, to remediate common solitude.

Although strange and foreign, the halcyon of relationships is what all simply acquiesce to.

So warm...

Truly warm...to be with someone.

I want this sentiment to be even interminable because I want it to.

I want it as an incessant, waltzing beating of my heart in which two souls or possibly more cross over the thresholds and mix into one single being.



Two objects in the heavens, a sun and moon, both in accordance to harmony align in a moment of eternity.

An ethereal sight to behold.

Yet as the lunar eclipse divides once more

prior empty feelings return dissipating towards a human void.

Farther and farther they leave one another, the sun and moon, their closeness ruptures losing refulgent union.



- Bryan Adam Tomimbang



Even though we're far apart memories will stand the test of time.

However, at times we live our lives pressing forward forgetting the people we've once connected.

As time passes on, these people are forgotten in the cesspool of oblivion within our minds.

But invisible was the connection between our thirsty hearts craving each other's milk, our sustenance of each other's affection, filling each other's empty glasses.



An irreplaceable moment in time was made, a proof that we held hands, gave hugs, enjoyed each other's company.

A smile was once raised countless times knowing that you and I weren't alone anymore.



The clock's pendulum swings to and fro.

I'm awake from this final "aquarimoon" dream.



Forging for the future, one must never forget the past.

The past is our foundation of who we are, the experiences we gained, the people we touched, the joys and sorrows we faced, all of these have shaped our lives, our own individual histories.

Although with age, our memories fail to become pellucid when we remember them.



As you live bountiful, healthy, happy lives from a distance remember that I'm inside you when I've planted memory seeds in you and you in me before when we've mingled.  Even if you don't know me, the context of this box on the moon will be planted inside as well as you read.



Inside, whenever you smile, the me inside you smiles.

Inside, whenever you're alone, I'll be within to stay by your side when you need me.



Always...



I'm a memory that will never leave you behind.  A thing that will hold onto you forever...



[A song is remotely heard from a distance]



"A scattering wind echoes...calling from far away...blowing in many directions...that which makes a disunion...of connected souls...then their hearts separate across the globe...and age with wisdom...but although acidulous we feel from being torn apart...in essence...we're still together..."



"Life...the most beautiful gift we can ever receive."



- [the last memory in the locked box on the moon.  The final dream...]