I asked her to look inside her soul and tell me what she sees, but she told me she doesn't have one. So I asked her where does she keep her feelings and she told me she doesn't have any. My last question was if she was human and then she told me she could see, she could hear, she could feel, she could think. I realized she felt empty and I left.
Ever since I have been thinking about her and, somehow, I feel the same. Maybe this is the reason why I kept this thought. I felt jealous, all this time, living with the idea that I am the only one who's different from the normal people, my incapacity of knowing what's really inside of my soul made me feel confident, strong. It's strange, but I always thought the unknown makes you think of more, pushing you to want and ask for more.
The mind is an infinite universe and an universe of infinit thoughts. Every single thing you love, it resembles with a star; from the moment it gets born, to the moment it implodes. We all know we got to keep it safe, but we are so careless.
