Once, I woke up in the middle of the placid night. The merciless moon aiming its rays at my glistening body. I had no dreams, no memories, no ambitions, and no wishes. Everything was murdered by the deep emergent longing that gripped my soul with persistent coldness. A shiver rampages through the damaged shell that I exist in. Longing. I no more feel the pain, I used to. A tantalizing itch that ballooned into a wave of excruciation that grew so immense it disappeared into itself. Into that which I call "I". Now all that exists in the internal darkness is a mysterious craving. It feels as though I had fallen asleep for years, except that my heart had stayed awake. It's missing something…but what? Ignorance is the only mask I can wear. Isn't it toxic when you feel like you have to dedicate your life to fulfilling an obscure desire? I sigh.