Life.Passing.

What is life, truly? Ten years passed by like lightning.
I loved and lost, and went for journeys that are today’s shadows. And I am still paying for my choices, still feeling deep guilt for not taking more care of myself and for being too conceited. But no matter what, I am still in love with life, with all my internal struggles, and my “phantom” illnesses. Profoundly. Madly. I am truly a mad woman.

Ah, what is life? A few broken dreams and promises, a few travels, some memories that are only mine and they only speak to me. No one even knows what I mean when I speak my soul out. I am completely alone inside myself. We all are lonely wanderers, seeking ourselves in all the wrong places.

What is life? It is truly just a moment, a scene, a touch. Truly, my whole life might be at the feet of one touch. One gaze at my beloved’s eyes, one prayer at yesterday’s sunset.