Our first memory and how cloudy and irrelevant it was our first scary movie the terrors that movie brought upon us and the nightmares that came with those terrors the day we graduated and how proud everyone looked how we regret ever wanting to grow up the first time we listened to Piano Man and the first time that song ever meant something to us those restless nights on Christmas Eve while we sat waiting for old saint nick to come down the Chimney. our first love and those days we sat looking at each other for hours on end, just thinking about how amazing life is and how amazing she is or he is or they are, or we are.
The first time we had *** and how awkward and uncomfortable is was the seats in my car didn't help the matter. the stupidity of *** and how many risks it had but neither of us cared we were too young to give a ****
Those lonesome nights when you lay awake staring at the ceiling wondering why the hell you couldn't get any shut eye then you realize why you were awake and then you definitely couldn't get any sleep because anxiety is an endless abyss that drags you deeper and deeper the more you think about it and the walls are smooth and the bed is empty with nothing to grip like him or like her and its cold, but you're the warmest you've ever been.
Those days when we were naive enough to believe that we had no reason. that life had nothing to take from us that days turned into nights and nights turned into days and that was it and there was nothing beautiful about it. That we as a species are just a complex mess of life that was born from the stars.
Then there was the day that we noticed and gazed in awe at how beautiful we actually were. We weren't just born from the stars, we are the stars. Those stars die and in their death there comes even more life and beauty and me and you and us. And then you realize that you're just as big as the universe itself because those things that make up the universe, are what makes up you and I.
And in that final breath, everything that happens to stars, happens to you. when you die, you don't just die you explode into an innumerable amount of pieces and every one of those pieces makes up an entire world, someones world. memories where things grow and live and survive and love and its so beautiful.