Keyword of the week: light - Life, death, absence

As the years passed, she realized she was alone. She had no one by her side. Her life was always traveling, exploring, and taking pictures of dreamlike landscapes. She shared them with her friends, all the friends she made during her life as a traveler. Everyone liked her photos. She was never in the same city, always in one and then another, and so on...

She didn't have time to stop. She had no brakes; her carriage had no brakes. She was a woman who went out into the world at a very young age and became independent. She always did what she liked best and made a living from it. Well, she also lived off the interest generated by certain inherited properties.

young traveler

The truth is that Camila got used to enjoying life alone. The days passed, the years followed, then the decades. She began to notice that her reins were starting to stiffen; they no longer loosened as they used to.

One fine day, she stopped to think...

How proud I am of the life I have led so far!

Except that, until now, I realize that I haven't even managed to have a pet by my side. I've reached my 60s, and I'm so used to being alone that it hurts me now. I didn't even invite a friend to be here or there all the time. I have a loneliness that used to accompany me and now makes me sad.

My body is not what it used to be. I remember the friends who once wanted to be with me. Oh, what happened to Paulo? I'll call him, maybe he'll want to spend some time with me and talk more often. I haven't heard from him in many years.

I call his number constantly, but no one answers. I call some friends, whom I haven't called in many years, either. They tell me that Paulo died a few years ago. He always asked about me. He wanted to see me before the illness that was overwhelming him took his life. Traveling, never in one place, I didn't know what my friend Paulo was going through.

Tears stream from my eyes; I don't know if it's because of the loss of my dear Paulo, which I didn't notice, or because of the loneliness that hits me harder today. I cry, I cry a lot for this loss. He was a friend who always pointed me out as his favorite to spend the last years of his life with. He didn't make it. I was never interested in him except as a traveling companion.

Oh loneliness, what a hard blow you have dealt my heart today! The loss of my friend is as if, instead of happening a few years ago, it were only happening today. Pain knows no distance, knows no past or present; it only knows how much it hurts. A friend who is gone, a life that has been lost, and an absence that will never fill his place in my heart again.

Long hours of sadness, until I can come back to myself. To think that now my life is slowing down a little and I can enjoy a little more close and lasting companionship, but death has already taken him away. He will no longer be there for me.

Oh death! An unhealthy shadow that accompanies us in life, but when we have life, we don't think about it.

My friend Paulo, someday we will see each other again, perhaps we will stay together longer. Perhaps we will be much closer friends than we were yesterday. I apologize for my absence, because in the twilight of my life, I realize how much I missed you.

My friend Paulo, because in my constant running, I never noticed you were missing, as I notice you now that I have slowed down.

sad loneliness

-My friend, now I need that light that your life meant to me. Because I was so overwhelmed by my career, I didn't know how much you meant to me.

-My heart is broken. Why didn't I ever see it that way? Because I just wanted to run and run, from city to city, without stopping my career.

My dear Pablo, I just remembered that I loved you, that I only wanted to run away from you so that your love wouldn't take control of my life. My dear friend, you were more than that...

Because I couldn't realize in time that you were and will be my only love, now that my age has stopped me in this desert of feelings, I realize that the pain of your departure hurts more than my reins thrown over the edge of the abyss.

My dear Paolo, I am so sorry. I am so sorry I did not share my life with you and only gave you crumbs of my experiences. We could have shared the greatness of two lives. Lives separated by my blindness, separated by my short-sightedness, separated by a world of fantasy, which I could have exchanged for a world of reality with you.

My light is fading, my steps are running out. There is no one left to share with. Where I have arrived, there are no signs of friends, family, or anything.

My light is fading, my dear Paulo. The life I have left, I will live tied to your memory. Perhaps it is not too late to return to life, but I feel that now I am drowning in your memory. In your absence.

It is now that I feel that I am regaining my sight, and now you are no longer here.

This is my entry in the "Keyword of the Week" contest. "Light"

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