No Clear Destination

I was walking alone. Alone...to where I didn't know. I walked without a clear destination in my head.

All that I wanted was to run away from reality. I questioned myself, 'How do I matter to this world?'

Then came the answer from within, 'Even if you mattered, people will know to survive without you, that's how life is!'.

I was poisoned by all possible sorts of negativity that I couldn't get myself to knock down the weakness that surrounded me.

I chose to walk and find the purpose of my life for I had lost everything I thought was once mine which wasn't.

I was refilled with blackness or may I called it null to a nothingness?

The poison was so effective that it was enough to start emptying me.

I was eaten, up to 90% and another 10% could have got me dead

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but the torch of substance was unforgettable.

I could have wished to live in the same state for ages to just have an opportunity to touch the torch.

I wanted to walk a little more towards it, but I could sense that the more I walked, the more difficult it was to me to sustain myself.

I chose to pause this time, I didn't have a choice. I let go of my state of being and simply watched the torch.

I simply stared. I did nothing else.



My black was turning white.

99.99% eaten was being made again from 0.00001%. I was a new soul. I got a new recognition.

What I left behind was taken by the torch for it gave me my new me.

And the 'me' had nothing to do with 'I'.