Age

We keep more than we remember, and in fact we keep it all and store it deep within and under the "identity", which floats on the surface of our self like seaweed does over a colorful coral reef. We keep it all, ingrained into our structural integrity, absorbed by our cells through a tender type of osmosis that’s not at all violent in its raw, obscured efficiency. Those twin conquistadors, time and experience, are liquids which are completely absorbed by the heart and mind; and our bodies, not only containers of these murky fluids, are the reflections of the weight of the two. Measured by memory and fueled by hope, there is an inherent value we are all born with which either dignifies or blasphemes these phantoms we collect, and its organic judgment, which can show no mercy nor benevolence, is reflected in our lives by our bodies and on our status as the price to pay for the gift of having been created.