Dark Horse Arts and Sciences

You heard my silence, but did you find anything in it? You read my expressionless face, but did you find anything in it?

You touched my numb, dead body, but did you find any substance in it? You had my soul captured for so long, but did you connect with it? You held me for so long, but did you ever understand what you were holding onto? Did you ever feel the numbness that I used to feel? Did you ever loathe for me alone? Did you ever weep in the darkness thinking about me? Did you ever get lost in the forest of dreams looking for me in those dark woods? 

I was lost in those dark, intricate foliage, looking for you. But you weren’t there. You were never really there. It was so foolish of me to go looking for someone who never existed, for whom I was nothing but another physical manifestation of flesh and blood. I was a damn fool, I always was and will be. I was blind in an ocean of utter ignorance, already drowned due to my urge of swimming against the tide, looking for a lost cause, a cause so far away from me that even light would take years to reach. 

Where are you, lost in the sands of time? Where are you, your footprints emerging from the remnants of my troubled past? Where are you? I can’t find you any more. Even you can’t find me any more. I am gone. Into a world full of spirits. Into a world full of utter dampness and eternal peace. But my body is there, still left like fragments of a life, cursed and depleted, like fragments gathered from a deteriorated temple. You can see me there. You will see me there, alone on a bed, wrapped with white clothes. But would you find anything in it? I doubt so.