In a part of my soul, something happened.

I don’t know the meaning of it, and I’m not sure if I want to know.

But something happened, something is changing in me. My soul is an undefined, unrecognized, solitary entity adrift in the waves of life.

42: It’s the answer to the meaning of life, and I’m starting to understand why. My path is shifting, leading me to discover myself, becoming part of 42, in my own world.

She saw me
and said
with red eyes,
what is the limit
finite
ethereal
of your soul?

I listen to you

As I ponder,

You breathe life into me

While I fade away.

Demons cling to me

As I contemplate,

While you drift apart

And I struggle to breathe.