I wondered the other day about the famous ideology that time heals all wounds; what if time is paralized? Is there a backup cure? Life sarcasm!! How the years of longing that were wiped out at the moment of gathering grew way heavier at the moment of departure. October 2016; I envy the way you stay you regardless of the years. I try to recall me several years ago, but my attempts fail. Everything around seems different, even myself - I barely recognize. Those young ambitious thoughts dancing with the perfect rythym, that shiny hope leading the way, that strong faith beating all obstacles, all disappeared; a farewell that can never be well fared; a loss that time can never heal or compensate. And so, life goes on. But there is too much blocking my sight to the track; all the fancy of materialism and power, the lack of kindness and love, and the absense of faith and peace make it resemble all but life.
Wafaa
