Ruya

Ruya.

There is always Ruya, no matter what. A dream and a vision. Manifestations of wishes and longings beyond fulfillment. Like the rain. And colours. Stars, moon and patches of the sky. Like the wind, music and stretches of sea. Like words- sheer, powerful words. Beautiful words. Ruya.

You are always there, Ruya. You'll always be there. What is life without you?  You are that inevitable, undefinable craving. Ruya.

You will always be there, Ruya. Like a dear little daughter. Like an unborn twin... a long lost friend. A deep yearning in my unconscious. A rain-like Love, so beautifully, beautifully sad. Ruya.