Where do lost things go?
Into non-being, that is to say everything.
(Sorry for modifying this quote, but that’s the reason why I am not using it as a quotation.)
Well…
I have made up my mind. I am not going to hope about her anymore. It’s better this way. I am not going to contact her ever again. Or ask our common friends about her whereabouts. I’ll refrain from bringing her up in any conversations with them. It’s better to let her get lost in my memories. Get lost into non-being. Go and diffuse into everything. Let her memories mix with the autumn breeze. Let the memories get enveloped into every drop of rain that will kiss the earth. Let those get lost into the darkness of night. Let the story get lost in a book which will not be opened ever again.
Amen.
2 comments:
whatevr u wanted to say has been conveyed, with such exquisite beauty and artistry, and subtle nudges of pain unsaid..
I think this is one of ur best, if not THE best.
Good luck.
Been there, still trying to do that.
I hope you succeed. :)
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