Missing someone is a pain that compresses your heart and ribs. It sticks between the mind and soul of someone who has loved and continues to love like crazy. I arrived in my hometown, I am in front of my house which no longer seems to be mine. I no longer recognize her, dusty and almost bewitched. Sajira would now laugh out loud, perhaps for no good reason, but she would have done it because she liked life. A cursed spider took her away from me ... a kind of curse for not respecting her from the beginning. I could call it a dramatic love story ... I don't really know either.
I enter the house, it is silent and empty. The dust flies in a sort of whirlpool that makes me sad and melancholic.
My home. My home that has never really been mine. A bare room and an equally soulless kitchen.
Sigh. I don't know how to live anymore. I just know that I have to keep fighting for HER.
She who was the only one for me. I am not crying this time perhaps because I have shed too many tears but in my heart the pain is too strong.
I am alone. Only with my fears and my ghosts.