Sometimes, I feel like those great ships, you know. Able to go anywhere across the seas. Limitless. Invincible. And never looking back.
But the more I think about it, the more I realize the whole thing is just a lie.
Because my great ship is actually stuck in a bottle. A huge one. And even if it gives me the illusion of infinity, at the end, the barriers are still there, more real than ever.
Tennessee Williams once said: “Don’t look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you’ll know you’re dead”.
But the grief is so present, so strong, that I can’t feel the pain anymore. It is part of me.
My aunt once told me I have a lake of sadness on the inside. And this lake may come from a lack.
I think she’s right. And I think everyone has his own lake.
It remains to find what is our lack. And do our best to fill it.
And so, maybe, the ship will leave the bottle. Someday.
It's been three years already,
I love You to Death and back.