This was the first time they had locked eyes. Well the first time in this lifetime of theirs. They both had vague recollections of each other’s souls and instantly they had known that they had met before.
Our souls are hidden behind our eyes.
Our souls look out through the kaleidoscope of our optic nerves out to the outside world.
They had met before just another lifetime, the memories like a distant faded dream sometime ago. They had been something to each other, lovers, friends, soulmates perhaps. Hard to tell, hard to remember memories are always corrupt, data of our brains likes to add and exaggerate to make sense of the world to our own perception, we create our reality our world that we live.
Our souls eternal, bodies just fleeting entities made of stardust that turn to rust. But alas the soul continues on its journey forever, eternity and a day.
The only constant in the cycle of life and death of the material world.
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