Why I have to travel for ages just to realized that I am the One despite the fact that I am from one, rather I am the one?
Many life has many faces. Every time I have been given a new mask, pretending to be a new face, to play differently in different situations. They say, something is eternal and remains unchanged forever.
When I am unchanged, I do not exist, I am void, not even zero. But its too short for ages and I am still continuing. I have been asking this for the one to exists only.
I remember only this when I am here. Hereafter, where to go, seeking the answer.
My love will, perhaps, be always me and free. This could be fictious but not dishonest.