....This is all i can ask of you...

A metaphor to decipher......

“When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are..."

... It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us... It means that if we meet again, you will know me..from the very aroma of the air that would blow across my body...as it would be the same with me too... It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart....which would compel me to visit you in your loneliest nightmares... 
For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost... When I'm feeling most ghost-like, it is your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist... When I'm feeling sad, it's my consolation....that there is someone down below walking the winding road with me in her mind..... When I'm feeling happy, it's part of why I feel that way...
If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will be gone... If you forget, part of who I am will be gone....but that's also alright for the soul that will have nothing to lose.....”

In Dilemma...

...if it's so that we only live a small part of the life is within us,

What happens to the rest??

What could - what should be done...with all the time that lies ahead of us?...

..Open and Unshaped...featherlight in its freedom.

and lead-heavy moments into uncertainty ...

..is it a wish?.

...Dreamlike and Nostalgic to stand once again at that point in life...

and be able to take a completely different direction..to the one which...

....has made us who we are.....

A thought across the meaningless metaphor......

(Just crossed my mind)....we all should know that when you love something so much, you start to hate it...

And yes...

it's the same thing that happened to me and my design ability...

I have closed the lid of creative portion of my grey matter...(and some people would say that I have stopped loving life now)...

Then with an astonishing gesture... I would be asked why did I stop loving life????

..Well fellas!!!..you don’t love life itself...

You love places, animals, music, literature, clothes, cars, food, MEMORIES, PEOPLE...

And sometimes you meet someone, who requires all the love you have to give, and if you lose that someone, you think everything else gonna stop too...

But everything else just keeps ongoing...

The line still haunts me- “You can miss a single being, even though you are surrounded by countless others”

..those countless others are like extras, they cloud your vision, they are a meaningless crowd, they are an unwelcome distraction, 

...so we seek OBLIVION in SOLITUDE...

But Solitude only makes you wither...it makes you myopic...

And still, there is the PART of my life I am yet to figure it out...

For which my journey is still on....hoping to be in Elysium someday......