سائرة تبحث عن حياة

It never goes away, it’s always there. It only fades, it’s a shade.  We made a truce, since we are part of each other.  It gives me darkness, I give it calmness.  It comes less, but I must welcome it with no complaints. Sometimes it allows me to stop and catch my breath, but usually we’re in a race, who beats the other.  I have always imagined myself as a tree, that’s why I guess I have an attached shade that never leaves.  Since I am a tree, my branches could be broken, my leaves are falling, and this always comes to an end, I bloom in spring. I become greener than ever, then, here it ends again.  A cloud passes by, and here, it comes a storm, I might be the thunder, I might be the lightning .  Its chaos is my wind, and my fears are its rain. I fall, I bloom, I rain again. This, I think, makes life feels like a roller coaster, a journey of ups and downs, highs and lows, dark and light, laughs and tears.  Yet, it n...