Excuse me, have you seen my Soul?...

I am no angel.

I can’t remember when exactly I agreed to sell my soul- nor to whom or for what sacrificial cost. But somewhere at some moment throughout my naive existence, I decided that it was not a immediate necessity and therefore surrendered it for something I don’t think I have received yet. Perhaps to the wrinkled and mangled hands of an elderly peddler offering beautiful delicious fruits. Or to the charming insidious smirk of a prince on a dashing black beast who caught me off guard; oh how foolish I was to so easily give away an item of such importance and value.

I think I've caught glimpses of it now and then floating around out there, wherever there is, some world that exists between what is considered real and what one can not fathom. But regardless, I haven’t quite been able to relinquish what was lost. Now my predicament lies in the fact that a far better acquisition exists within a distant reach. If only I could find the missing currency required. I guess..... I’m spent.