I once felt something. A peculiar little feeling. I think it was what they might call love or affection. It was a funny little feeling. Intoxicating, energizing and sadly, enslaving too.
I immersed myself in it day and night, I slaved for it and I graved for it. It was like the sweetest drug, and I like many before me were delighted to be addicted.
Then many times I failed and many times I got hurt. I got badly burnt by the hellfires of a broken heart that I do not deny. But still I hungered for it and still I worshipped it. Then one day after much contemplating it sudenly came to me: ”It’s no that great. It isn’t worth all the hardship and heartache.
So now when you ask me ”Don’t you feel anything at all?”. I simply answer:
Yes, I once felt something and then it passed.
You might say my life is empty. You might say my soul is dead. But this I say to you. I found peace when I buried my heart. But still in the darkness of that tomb there burns a small flame, waiting for you, and for you to fuel it once more.
