It's akin to capturing smoke / elusive, ephemeral. I'm uncertain whether expressing these feelings is a source of joy or pain, but I grasp their transience and finite existence. In those moments when emotions reign supreme, and the weight of solitude feels more profound than ever.
True appreciation often dawns only when we lose something precious, like a delightful descent in a dream, abruptly interrupted by awakening. What defines 'me' is the culmination of successive descents that give rise to 'value'
For some, finding the right path necessitates wandering through the wrong ones, and these journeys bring profound change. Perhaps, for some, love and patience with many have waned, and the solace of a single soul in an intimate gathering surpasses all.