The inner world is wracked with turmoil. Mind lost connection with soul. Soul is panicking; unstable. Body can sense this, somewhere around the chest. Words are struggling to come out as brain throbs with painful headache. Eyes can't quite look, but they can see. Tongue is vibrating with words unspoken, unknown, yet to be born and never used. Alien feelings surge as body and mind go numb. That is, numb to all but the pain of confusion.

She senses the future. She knows that something must be said, something must be written, but remains yet unaware of what it is. The burden of conveying a message from the unknown realm of creativity and human capacity weighs down her soul, and her mind struggles under the strain of processing these signals from the unknown reality. Her soul writhes in pain and agony as it tries to fathom the secrets being whispered to it, and her mind struggles to understand the soul's illogically coded language.

And then the real world intervenes. The mind snaps out of its long focus on concentration. Just as it is about to reach the soul, decode its illogical codes and reveal the mysteries to be articulated, the real world intervenes. The mind needs time to regain its real life focus on concentration, for it was so absorbed in the effort of intruding upon these unknown realities. Real, logical and bland input shock the mind, as it desperately tries to recover its normal activity, return to its home realm, and carry on with its normal existence. Yet the shock of recovery does not fade in moments, as words stutter in the writer's mouth, for the mind is struggling to process the influx of information.

Then, all is quiet again. And the mind starts its journey from square one. Again, it tries to reach the soul, whose screams were silenced by the rude intervention. Again, the mind listens, carefully, to the moans and groans underneath the rubble of words and thoughts, phone numbers and addresses, names and places that are all meaningless and random. Slowly, the mind seeks the suffocating soul, and carefully excavates its deep dark site, removing the debris of logic, science and rationality, bit by bit, until the soul is found. Slowly, the soul is resuscitated, revived, and the mind waits patiently by the soul's side, tenderly caring for it with love and compassion. Slowly, the soul is resuscitated, and the mind catches a glimpse of the soul for the first time, and is enamored by its mysterious beauty. Slowly, secrets are revealed; secrets unknown, long lost… now found.