Being nocturnal. Being me.

A fortnight had passed, when another man had me explore a pandora's box of paranormal emotions. He communicated with me in a language so abstract that no being could quite figure.  The language of lateral thought.  Where darkness is pleasurable, where the perception of an absent light is of serenity and absolute power. Where the laws of constructed thought is effectively defied. Where the nocturnal dwells, there I lived alone.I anticipated, for that night was nearing, when I would soon look into a pair of eyes that reflected the ethereal in mine.The knowledge I assumed from my anticipation was one of intimidation.Nevertheless, when he took those steps towards me, I must say he caught me pleasantly off guard. There I lay, all through the years of my unparallel living, anxious that when I m confronted by a man who shares the depth of my mind, I would no longer be indistinguishable, that I'd be left powerless in my world since it is no longer purely mine. I ve fantasized, not once but in a million fantasies that there would be one, who dared to unravel the complexity in each of my cells till my soul is denuded to him. But, ardent is my love for being the only one like me- misunderstood and incomprehensible by the regular being.There is pleasure in never being completely understood.There is power in being unpredictable. The intense passion for my solitude gave rise to the fear of being defined. Thus, the anxiety in being acquainted with yet another soul like mine.

He entered in the way I least expected- quick but rhythmic. His steps were effortless and poised, almost careful, to not frighten me away from letting him delve into me. So beautifully smooth, I had lost cognizance of my actions. But when I finally gained composure, I marvelled at how I felt. Nothing had been altered. I still felt indistinguishable. I still felt unique. He made sure of that. My degree of intelligence met its match. I was not intimidated. Realization dawned upon me, I had spent a life preparing to defend myself from a man like him, when he did arrive, there was no need for defence,for he embraced me, and his subtlety reassured that I would always be absolute.

Will be continued !