And she whispered: I am the unsaid, the unspoken and the untold. I am very young, but I’m very old. I am growing up, but I’m growing down – will I reach the sky before I hit the ground?

I replied: I’m the same, but that’s all I can say – the only thing we can do is another day. You are filled with the absence of what you’ve yet to become: you can live forever, but you’ll never be done.