Your dark universe.

Too dark to see, or feel, or understand

anything.

Could one dream of his own life,

and still have lived it?

Why is the person that I am

living in different episodes of my

own life?

And I exist only...now?

Am I the watcher in a play?

Not living, but just observing

This existence.

Loss and Change...two immutable constants.

Perhaps, they are illusions too.

Dreaming in a dark universe.

When do I wake up?