A broad path... the world repeating itself, you and I, face to face, goodbye drawing near. How few are the people we truly hold close in this world! I knew you would not return... yet I wait still. I feel your touch, the way you linger in my soul— the unbearable pulse of joy, the scent of your skin. Bound by uncertain law— by that warmth deep in my chest where you had left me... how can I live without it? I am terribly fragile, you know. I don't even possess the strength to love you. I will not say goodbye...! But if this should be my final feeling... I will only say— for all the time we were together, I filled myself with you completely; there was no hollow space left there... Dear one, be well.
# At Journey's End Where the road gives way to silence, where footsteps fade into dust, I have arrived at the threshold of a house I do not recognize. The door stands ajar. Inside, someone is waiting— or perhaps it is only the echo of my own breathing, hollow as a room no one enters. I have walked so long that my shadow has grown tired and lies down beside me like a faithful dog at dusk. The light here is strange— neither morning nor evening, but that suspended moment when the world holds its breath before remembering how to dream. I knock. No one answers. I enter anyway. In each room, there is a window. In each window, the same road stretching backward to where I began. And I understand then: I have been traveling in circles, carrying my destination like a stone in my pocket, all along.
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