Travelling is to get lost in time.

All illusions are gone,
Time is an illusion, you said.
So, time is gone too.
Grief has no colour
Or duration.
(Mourning is not a choice)
As the darkness, the pain.
We lost ourselves,
We lost each other.
Memories are forever,
Or maybe we will lose it too.

Maybe nothing is forever…
Forever was a moment,
and forever is nothing.
Time doesn’t exist.
Life and love maybe…
Do you believe in anything?

Let’s end with the Pain,
Not with lives!
Let’s be friends,
Not strangers.

Today I have no home… and no place to go.
But I know most of us
are either nomads without a destination,
Either, prisoners in our own ‘houses’.
I’m almost voiceless,
But I wanted to tell you,
whatever you’re going through now,
You are not the only one, you’re not alone.
And I hope you can be Hopefull…

(Maybe I can too)


# by Evol

Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash
Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash

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