Fates Apart

We lead separate, distant lives. Never breaching our safe zones. Forever strangers we remain. Unimaginable destinies, disconnected from reality, living behind the barbed wire, heads crowned with thorns. A boulevard of sorrow, strewn with fallen leaves. Memories of a chilling autumn, a time when we'd lost our final shred of grace. We must rest now. Lost in our separate dreams, drifting towards eternity, formless and scentless. Where innovation's potential dies, choked by minds too small to embrace it. Unable to move on, hands free, from the greatest gift we crave. Peace of mind, a prize won at a cost we can't afford. To my mother Thank you for reading!

By Farid AslamPublished about a year ago • 1 min read