The Clouds

People keep passing by. Everyday there's someone you meet who keeps your mind occupied.
But most of them are like clouds that pass by. They all bring different weather at different times. It rains, shines or just mildly floats away.
People are important. Because the soul is one that merely dwells in many minds. Its a phase how one lives for people, then for thoughts and then for fragments of ideas until he realizes that it is not a phase but a huge circle.

I thought oft of how i could keep my mind away from people and live in my own thoughts. But then that was foolish of me. I needed memories to feed my thoughts. And without personae around me, i can never form a memory.
We just draw veils around us to search but not be found, in fear of being seen with our flaws. But flaws are what dignifies beauty, if ever beauty can be seen.

In the end, we all are just memories that live by the stories that we have left behind. But what you have seen, only you will know. You can explain, you can share, write a song about it, or just shout and declare. But that will only be an image of your memory. Not the story with the beauty that it has inside your eyes.

Sometimes there's this moment where two worlds of minds collide and where you and i meet and we feel that we have the same vision but simply different physical eyes. And maybe we notice the same thing while watching a crowd, or maybe watching the same movie in different places  or who knows maybe even reading the same word at the same time from a book or a blog.
Intricate, miniscule finesse that binds two minds. Fondness of clarity or rugged adventure into the minds of other people.
When this happens, i am relieved and i know that there is a reason for everyone to exist in the world. That different phases come to each one at different times.
And we all are like slots that fit into each other's lives like puzzles and the world becomes one huge, jigsaw. So we all will meet ourselves and eventually find who we really are behind those veils when we get there.