Torn rug seeks

I saw my life clearly through her words and voice that still reads, Oh my God, is this a cosmic message? I have long stopped looking at my face. I felt my face wrinkle and fold in sadness, my previous features imagining in my eyes and blaming me for neglecting them and what is happening inside me. Everything blames me for abandonment and the long exile. In my departure, I took nothing with me except my rug.