There's a dark recess inside my head. It was discovered two years back when I first came to know him. But as we fell apart and lost touch, the chamber closed.
Sometimes when I feel impossible, and go back to my ground state, I hear noises from the locked chamber and when I read the Holy Scripts, I sometimes get a funny feeling that life exists behind the closed doors, still.
And in very very rare occasions, like today and now, something, and I have a tiny little inkling that I may know what this something is, knocks at the doors from the other side.
Then a few things make frightening sense. And I can't justify the sudden outburst of strength.