A LOST SOUL

When I stared down into your soul through the lens of your own eyes on that blissful night, all I could see was the inception of a dying star, turned into a black hole. And all I could feel was the eternal allure of your darkness pulling me into the Oblivion of your existence.

Maybe that's what happens when darkness meets with light. And although history has it that light always defeats darkness, we however were an exception to the rule.

I still can't tell if it was your darkness which defeated my light or rather exposed me to the daunting reality of my own darkness. It however left me writing the lines of these pages with utter ambivalence

What do I do and where do I go from here? Because it's turned every familiar knowledge of myself into a distant and unknown stranger, unaware of my existence.

Do I begin a search for myself? Because even that seems farfetched. How so, You asked. How do I know when I've found it, I retorted. This was among a few conundrums which plagued my existence, making every progress seem regressive, and I really would love to continue, but I'm however left with the conclusion that MAYBE I'M JUST A LOST SOUL.