If they do remember us and how we should be (as opposed to how we were)then why aren't they looking for us? Does s/he see me in his/her cup of tea like i see him/her in my bath? Memories floating like a dead fish, lifeless and useless. Days roll on like sisyphus's rock. I find myself in the same position time and time again. Where is moksha? How do i seek nirvana unless it is through them? How do i find them to unlock the very secrets within me and why wont the universe let me find them beneath layers and layers of dirt, skin and ego? Who are we looking for bridget, ourselves or the ones who will show us our true selves, if we have one.
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