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“I was the builder of the prison; I was the one who locked the door. Now what should I have lost to free myself? Since I couldn't even feel my hunger, desperation, and desire, since I stopped dreaming, I lost the path of my destiny. Fumbled and tripped with every step because I became voiceless and stopped living.”

“All the endless unconnected desires clumsily bumped with my fear, exhausted to want anything on this long night, I was weary in the valley of the blue foggy sky. I had been endlessly grinding the ink down on the pages of my destiny trying to rewrite my fate. I took the pages out on every rainy night, allowing them to drench in the downpour of blessings, the black of the ink bled out like long tears of swan but wasn't able to erase the traces of my life. With each defeat, I licked my wounds and sank further into the downward spiral of life. Everything was blinded by the storm, my path engulfed in the rageful wind, and I was lost on a nameless journey.”

“She remained in my head long after she left just like the only scar that bled from the corners of my mouth under the cold and grey snowflakes falling from the moon's empty gaze. In the silence that followed in her absence, I decided to prune the roots of the desire to keep myself from walking on the path she took to leave.”

“We gazed into each other's eyes as if writing love poetry in a diary before we shredded its pages into a string of unconnected words that would be sprawled on the floor of an empty house covered with layers of dust. We stared as if possessed by the same demons waiting to hover over each other and cause unavoidable destruction.”

“My life lacked shape until it was given one by her love. My heart always looked out for a whisper of her presence. I wished for her to meet me, to be next to me but I belonged to the past and she belonged to the future. There wasn't a place where we could reside together. I held onto the fragments of her memories like dead petals of flowers placed in an old book. I didn't want to let go of her until I reached her. I searched for her with hope in my bones. I would meet her someday in this world or another. I would meet her where the sun cast its first ray on the darkness.”

“Stillness and more stillness and the light locked deep inside started to die. It's easy to believe I could go back whenever I desired, jump in the car, drive, and arrive at dawn but the hours stumbling against shadows of darkness could never have arrived at light. We were like the summer journals filled with abstract scribblings on the margins and question marks that we still carried around to the winter and opened once in a while to search for the same ray of warmth only to find emptiness.”