The Last Answer

Dawn
He believes in their God, but denies the existence of artsoul. In that, the emptiness of love shall never be seen by him until the day he starts to believe in the realm of artsoul. He is engrossed in Cliché, who is an envoy of love. Soon after he was born into this world, Cliché instilled in him that in order to find love, he has to find Dr. Right to baptize his being. Just like this, he traveled through his whole life to find this opposing energy force to complete themselves. 

Eclipse 
I tattered into pieces as I was on the way to completion. Each temporary union with Professor Unknown tore a part of my being, and at the time I didn’t know why. My thoughts unraveled into a notebook that Professor Unknown gave to me. The tip of the pen quivered with my emotions whenever I opened up my heart to the sheets of paper. Years later, I learned perhaps this taste of infatuation was a shadow of love. 

Trick of Light
I was in a dream. I had always lived in a dream. I shuttled between my dream and a shedload of others’ dreams, and I was lost night after night. An invisible light passed into myriad dreams, and this brought me to a standstill.

 Artsoul
I heard a myth about you, but ‘artsoul’ is just another word to me. I can’t feel you. I once heard Cliché mumbling in a dark room, putting out his cigarette, that you have to kill yourself to sense the being of your existence. Who are you, artsoul? 

Encounter:
He wants me, says Dr. Right. He objectifies my being and then turns it into a thread of smoke. I wither away with the same speed he falls in love with me. I am no longer here and he leaves for his next lover.

Voice:
I live among you. You love my purity but are unable to love me back.  I give all of me to you and you look for the shadow of my being only. Cliché told you my secret, yet you understood nothing. You want to see me, yet again I don’t exist.  (artsoul’s POV)

The Last Answer:
She is everywhere. I once thought that nothing could be contained in emptiness, then I walked into her dream. A dream where I wasn’t there and was able to hear her still. 
“Love is the last answer to feel me,” says Artsoul.