Whispers to the Departed: Unveiling the Inner Void.

 My Dearest,

It's been a relentless journey, one that's felt like a constant search for something missing, something incomplete. But I've come to realize that this void, this absence, wasn't external; it resided deep within me, embedded in the very core of my being.

As the sands of time have slipped through my fingers, memories have etched themselves into the tapestry of my mind. Each scar, each wound, holds secrets tightly bound to my heart, and in the end, they've transformed me into a wanderer adrift in the vast sea of existence. It's as if I'm trapped in an endless cycle, spinning and spiraling without respite.

I've tried to conceal these wounds, to bury them beneath layers of stoicism, but it's become clear that such an act is akin to using a bandage that's lost its adhesive properties. The pain may have dulled, the bleeding may have ceased, but the scars run deep, and the trails they've carved into my soul remain open, a constant reminder of the battles fought.

I can't hide the essence of my soul; it is what it is, unapologetically and without pretense. There's no tolerance within me for the absence, for what was once missing now means everything in its presence. The depths of my soul remain inscrutable, defying any attempt at explanation or understanding.

In this dance with my own inner demons, I find myself yearning for the solace of your presence, even in your absence. The truth, it seems, is elusive, forever out of reach. Yet, I carry your memory with me, a guiding light in the darkest of nights, a testament to the profound impact you had on my life,
With love that transcends time and space.