Stray Souls

They wander aimlessly in the unseen, dark spectrums of our daily lives…
They steal our emotions, our ideas, our fears, our energy…
They are harmless. They are there.

I only realised that I could see them, hear them, smell them, accept them when I was 5 but I only recently acknowledged them. And only after I was forced into doing so…

I am now 12 and I know more that most will not even imagine in their lifetimes… I have the power of knowledge and the burden of not being able to share it. I tried… I tried sharing, I tried telling people around me, family, friends, strangers… They all treated me as a child with vivid imagination… When things became a bit more complicated for me, fear struck my family and my friends. The later, slowly but steadily, isolated me and my parents – out of fear of what might become of me – took me to psychiatrists… Only one listened, and she was too scared to continue… The rest just stated that I was normal, that all kids have the same issues and some stated that I needed to be treated… Soon, after their recommendations settled well within my parents’ minds, I was hospitalised in a clinic as a psychopath with delusional schizophrenia… I was 11 when that happened…

A year has changed me… A day is like a year where I am going; every single moment with my soul… I found that out very soon and the fact that it applies to other relative measurements irrelevant to what I knew so far… I accumulated wealth of knowledge and experiences far beyond any level that I could ever imagine… In return, I gave up my innocence, my childhood, my dreams, my playtime…

I am now 376 years old, with knowledge, experience and nightmares that come along, in a 12 year-old body… Things are not good for me any longer, things do not look promising or easy…

I am now 2566 years old… I have seen things… I have felt the pain of loss, the joy of conquer, the sorrow of defeat… I have seen the rise and fall of empires… I have orchestrated the rise and fall of empires… The tides of time have touched me in such ways that it is next to impossible to remember how or what I once might have been… I am now timeless, ethereal, trapped in the eyes of an 18 year-old boy… This vessel is pleasing, this time is promising… I have now a personal agenda and a personal drive… I have no fear left in me… I no longer intend to hide… I intend to evolve, I intend to grow, I intend to escape…