What if love collapsed never got back up and the day disappeared as many people wondered that they had lost only memory not all things can be perfect but as good as you can remember the day would be and every day you hear a knock at your door and this is a knock that you can't really hear and it stumbles in and it awakens you and you hear all the people that you used to know at your door welcome everybody and you wonder why did you wake me up and they would say everybody had woken up because I have not and we did not let you go and what cannot collapse already had collapsed but we reached up and we reached down and we made pillars in the abyss and these pillars were gates that they were given for each day from top to bottom what was stalagmite and tight from the center was a 1000 upon 1000 opened it was a mixture of many galaxies in a universe that we call ours it's not the memory that records but it's our ancestors and we're here to share their glory with them. thanks to our Ancestors and their memories that keep guiding us to our beginning and to their end where they can rest for a day and then return back in our day as their own essence of that what was HELD BACK TO OUR OWN skin and to their own lands. and back to the center of our day where the waters are the mixing of God's children and our children before they can remember who they are while in the womb as we remembered who we were when the Universe was giving birth to Heaven.
memories are as real as one can say or speak about, when they trigger vivid imagination.
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