Déja Vu
This expression that describes something so strange and yet there is no better way to describe it.
As I came to the highest point of the cliff, I find myself with this strange sensation. Like I have been here before.
This wind that calls me. This call I hear, is also one I fear, and hope to be the last, as I´ve heard it in the past.
This is like the same wind that blew through me so many years ago. Even if the place is different, and the reazon it calls is another, the melody in the wind is the same.
The wind brings to my memory the hopes I once had, reminds me of the important things. Why I fight.....
this fragments of my memory makes me want to rise in flames and fight like my love depended on it, fight with life and death by my side.
Fragments of soul, they carry an enormous power to restore will. But as fragments they are not complete, they lack one thing. This thing that I had with me the last time... this did not come back with the wind.
This, and only this... the difference between the past and the present, is somehow the most important thing. I miss it dearly, and hope every day that I will regain this thing.
Life is fight... but every fight has to have a purpose.