One who is so in touch with his soul,
So aware of his inner-most wants and desires,
Has opened a boundless parcel of darkness,
That stains the interior with a black loneliness so pronounced,
So everlasting, that no amount of sunlight and friendship,
Can eradicate the darkness.

One who is so in touch with himself,
Has come to terms with the solitude that now envelopes him.
His awareness of his individuality amplifies his segregation from society.
He cannot unopen the parcel.
He can only use his ink-stained soul to feed the pen with which he writes his words.

This is unavoidable and any man who refuses to spill his ink,
Once he has opened his parcel, must suffer the punishment,
A life of insanity and lack of purpose.

Cherish your darkness.
Relish in your creativity.
Nourish your soul and feed your purpose.
Then, and only then, will you finally feel fulfilled.

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