The obscurity concerning the isolated soul of man. (jullie interpretatie?)

Ik ben erg hongerig naar commentaar vandaag en ben dus geneigd om te blijven posten, maar goed ik ga het na deze maar laten. Deze is Engels en volgens mij vrij onduidelijk dus ik vroeg me af welke betekenis jullie aan dit stukje geven, waar jullie denken dat dit over gaat.


One..two..three..Filled with anticipation I opened my eyes. Without knowing exactly what it was I was expecting I gazed around. The throbbing of my heart took over my mind and body and as if I was hypnotised by my heartbeat I searched for the answers only the dark could bring me.
During the day I was counting the hours until sundown. Wishing I could stay in the dark for eternity. Every night waiting for darkness to swallow me whole and hoping that it will take me on one of it’s black velvet dreams. As soon as the falling of the night began I started to rise like a rose growing toward the moonlight. Slowly I reached out my hand trying to caress the ever so unassailable creature of the night, to take me dancing on the depths of my inner being.
Night after night, I can say I’m truly alive, I am. I am dancing with myself and watching that same dance in the reflecting lustre of my eyes all at once. I know I’m the chosen one, chosen to guide the night and disown the day. Hiding behind my simple everyday self, silently cursing the masses for their ignorance.
I will wait and fulfil my destiny, complete my task. Sit and watch the darkness deflower the people of everyday life, the people with habits and outlines, the people of the light. It will mutate from a definition to a life form, and take me as its queen. Together we will float on a sea of tar, followed by a million clouds of dust formally known as humans.
Everywhere I look I see shadows around me, calling me, luring me. The darker my contemplations, the paler my appearance. My nightly dances seem to last forever. Sleep is almost non existing and I’m turning transparent. In all this time, I’ve only slept one night, but the dream of that night was more satisfying than all the dances I could ever have. It was magical. Like I was being loved by the hands of mortification itself.
That night I reached a disclosed state of mind. I felt what was happening to me and I knew this was the road least travelled, this was the only way. Each time I raised above myself I could feel it develop inside of me. I could hear it heave and cry heart-rending. Still it was not a torment, it felt like a honour. It was the Immaculate Conception of the night.
It would not take nine months, just nine days and phase one would come into operation. Nine days later my little one appeared before me in a dream. In that dream I saw her flow out of me, a stream of loose molecules that formed as soon as it inhaled a breath of air. As soon as I woke up I saw her lying next to me.
She was jet-black like a shadow and sighed as if she beard the burdens of the whole world on her shoulders.
I wanted to see what effect she would have on the ignorant so I wrapped her in a blood red blanket and carried her outside. When the daylight shone on her face a depraved feature appeared. Suddenly people came running toward us. The view of all the faces above gave her great pleasure and slowly but determined she reached out her jet-black, wrinkled arms to touch them and drag them with her in the black hole of no return. I blinked a few times and then I ran away still holding her in my arms.
Softly I wanted to whisper to her, but in her eyes I could see it wasn’t necessary. From the day of birth she was the master and I was the follower. I took her to the nearest spring and there she changed from a baby-shadow in a dark-brown-rusty liquid that blended itself with the water. She became one with the soil, the air, the trees, the grass and every other creature of nature present at that moment. Dark clouds appeared and the hell-blue sky turned grey. The earth started to shake and split open. There she was again, rising out of the valley of middle earth. This time she was gigantic and seemed to grow more and more each minute.
For a second she stared at me, opened her mouth and took a deep breath. With that breath the night had won. She swallowed all she had united with. Helpless I felt myself getting sucked deeper and deeper in the hole of no return while I screamed: Together we would float on a sea of tar, followed by a million clouds of dust formally known as humans. It would have taken me as its queen…now all is lost and all is black.