I had felt its warmth when I was a child. The light was barely visible, but there it was, a purple flame.

It it’s heavy heat had marked my soul. Creating in me an affinity for the the invisible and the deep; For the Emptiness.

An Ancient Anxiousness followed after me. I feel it grab at my shoulder. I can see it through the cracks. I can hear it call to me with its sweet song of sorrows. It is everywhere.

It has touched the deepest parts of my heart
It has changed the shape of my soul
Yet, it still eludes my mind.

I can only experience it. There is not a source of it or beginning. I do not know if it is apart of me or something else, but it is affecting me to my core.