Waking up in the middle of the night; thirsty, soaked in sweat when you feel this parched empty space in your gut; it is a reminder not of things that you’ve lost but of everything you’ll never have.
Never in this fleeting world would you find anything that’ll make this emptiness go away. In fact, it is the proof of the grandiosity of your soul. This little hollow empty space is only trying to tell you that you’re not made for this world alone. Throughout the extremities of this shallow world, there isn’t enough energy to make you feel complete. It has neither the quantity no the quality of matter to fill your spirit.
This part of your gut, this centre of your being, belongs to another world altogether. It is only biding its time here.
I have a feeling that this is where your intuition or as some say sixth sense resides. You and your worldly life are far beneath the operations of this little alien substance. But sometimes it takes pity on you and lets you see beyond your weak organic eyes. It gives you a glimpse into a world beyond your imagination, but only a glimpse. Never will it ever let you trespass on its territory. At least not until your time has come.