Reawakening
All that we were, all that there was, is fading away, like an image on a photo unveiling in the dark red room, only to slowly disappear in the exact reversed order.
The thought of this used to fill me with sadness and melancholy and despair, but now I don’t feel anything at all – it’s like I am all numb and hollow, devoid of all longing.
Words are futile indeed, as you very well said.
Yet I feel:
Liberated.
More powerful.
Untamed.
The consciousness of my soul has finally awoken.
I am ready for the great love.