Writing for the Soul

Staring down the abyss of nothingness might give you a temporary escape into a dark world that is soothing as compared to the real world. The moment of reflection arrives at a time when the heart and the mind are at loggerheads with each other, a constant tug of war to make sense of any situation can drive anyone towards the bottom of that abyss.

I was looking out of my living room window holding a hot cup of coffee which I failed to register as hot, my fingers constantly screaming for respite. The morning was hazy and the day was busy as usual. People were in their usual rush yet did not seem to be too happy about anything in particular. I tried to remember the night before and the rather strange feeling that engulfed me. There was nothing but a blur in my mind, as the morning haze outside. I was feeling empty and couldn’t shake that feeling away.

The feeling of emptiness engulfed me. My heart was heavy yet my mind couldn’t help to wander. I decided to pen my thoughts in a journal. A ritual I followed every morning and could do it with utmost ease, of my mind and soul. As I began writing down my feelings in an attempt to weave my thoughts, I realized there was a faint smell of burnt wood taking over my senses, with scenes from last night flashing in front of my eyes. The writing stopped.

The writing usually filled my soul and heart. This time it managed to make my heart heavy but failed to register any sensation in the soul. As the flashes became more prominent, the horror of last night took over me. In shock, I wrote in my journal- 

Someone stole my soul last night!!!