Stand by me

She longs for his arrival. With dreams and intoxicating. illusions, she reaches out to the 'absolute darkness', a core that offers hope to lose oneself in the tender memories of timeless happiness. Where does this path lead, with the ghosts from the past? The spirits? Perhaps she finds herself in the embrace of a formless soul. When did we deviate from our path? Memory is the worst ally we have. Perhaps it is merely the invention of the mind - a play of tangled thoughts and absurdity, in the web of sorrow and readiness to embrace death for the sake of absolute honest love. What is reality and what is fiction? At what moment did we veer off course?