Apricity

As we walked down that same path for the hundredth time, I asked, "Do you want me to blow your mind?"  You nodded. The moon was nowhere to be found, so it was streetlights that allowed me to see your slight smile.  "We are basically plain souls painted with the colors of our thoughts as we never quit desiring for beautiful minds," I said. "While every art is supposed to make you feel, as often as not, we long most for overwhelming emotions no matter how devastating."  Memories were floating in the air, cold enough for me to realized that they only returned when the sun has set. Past impressions I almost forgot, persona that never fades, I embraced them all as we walked down that familiar roadside. "And it shall falter, without a doubt," you suddenly began to say, "the fragility of a human mind, how laughable, how unsightly." At that very moment, time was still flying but I found myself stopped among them.