As She Calls Her Breath Back

"In this place where silence is her only ally.
she is becoming something else.
A desolate land is laying under her bare feet as she is walking to nowhere.
The others around her are likewise moving aimlessly.
They are not communicating or sharing emotions.
Every step she is taking is an effort as if her legs are numb.
The quiet breeze is touching her skin but she is not feeling it.
There is no sense of time.
An eternal dusk is covering the entire land, as far as her eyes can see.
She doesn't know where to go nor where she is coming from."

This ongoing body of work delves into the idea of the afterlife. This idea has been on my mind for some time, particularly since I lost my mother and grandmother in 2020. I still remember writing a personal diary after their departure, expressing my desire to see them again in the afterlife, if such a place exists. This thought provided some comfort during my time of grief but also contemplate more questions about the nature of existence and the afterlife. I aim to explore these complexities and the challenges I face in reconciling my beliefs with the realities.