Memories of essence

I was once alive,

breathing the air that brought about love, joy and sense of humor.

I remember being alive,

but not what it felt to be alive.

Those memories died, vanished from existence

I who has walked the trails of desperation

and anger;

should find a soul, for mine left when I lost you.

I see you, but not your face,

maybe my imagination knows better.

I should take myself back,

back to whence I was alive,

back to whence I was in Love

back to whence I knew Joy

back to that point where I attached to humor.

By not existing in your world, I vanquished your presence from my dreams

and in turn you robbed me of my sleep.

I who dwells in the essence of nothingness,

reach out to the past,

if only to catch a glimpse of a void I call memories.