Sitting on a flat stone, the night was purple..Yes purple, there was a pinch of light in every corner but not sufficient enough to make it even dusky. You pinch your eyes, try but can not see anything clear. Everything is purple.Gloomy violet and silent. Despite such astonishing scenic, one thing is perfectly visible. Not much efforts are required for seeing that one thing, and that thing is “THE SOUL”.
I don’t have much idea what a soul is like, it is ambiguous. I can see a shape but can’t figure out the dimensions. One can see it, sense it knows about it but can not tell what is it. You are deprived of the idea of its existent but in a parallel dimension it does lives.
Soul is a subset of our universe that we think exist. Being as distinguished as we would like to be but there is a sense of equality here in this purple aura. Nothing seems to be different. All grievances I once had, all the over joyous hypothesis, everything seems to be immaterial.
I see a subtle cloud over me, the purple aura. I want nothing but everything, thinking about everything having nothing. This is the end or I am just at inception. Nothing is clear,Yes I have my soul at my bay but do I!!
“We’ve got to be as clear-headed about human beings as possible, because we are still each other’s only hope.”