I have come alone, I have lived alone,
And I am leaving alone.
Together with those who have come alone,
Who have lived alone,
And who are leaving alone.
Some days, I wear a vague smile for those who are with me,
And others I am mourning for those who are not...
What am I hoping for?
Who am I yearning for?
Life is perhaps but a full stop in the middle of a sentence which is short, and sometimes not...
Life is perhaps but a search for those who resemble us, or perhaps it is an urge to emerge with those who do not…
Life is perhaps but a beginning to an end…
Life is perhaps but a journey out of the land of not knowing, across the valley of endeavours, towards the city of emptiness…
Life is perhaps but a...
Words and Photography by Parvaneh Farid
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