Missing a deep connection, needing divine intervention. I sit on the bed in a stupor, unable to act or react. Listening to sounds of life all around me, but they gradually lose all meaning. Nothing seems to matter. Accompanied by fears and doubts I start to delve within the folds of my forgotten soul, slowly trying to answer the questions I’ve abandoned so long ago. I am lost in the dramatic, so desperately longing for the archaic.