When Did it all began?

Was it when he held my gaze in his eyes and Sampled my soul through its window?
or maybe it was in his touch... the way he made me feel like a hundred feathers curled around my skin.
It could've even been my first taste... as the essence that carried his last name trickled down my throat,
I could feel myself slippin farther and farther away...

into this world where the moon is its ruler, and the stars its subjects.
a place where others like myself are in constant pursuit of their mate... even if only for the night.
they prowl the darkness and howl in the wind.
trying not to focus on the emptiness within.
what they lack they don't know they'll never find.... not here in the darkness and they're running out of time.
maybe it's just in my mind, a sickness within the cells that keep me contained
begging to be let out, wanting to wander into the crowd..
to be missed, to be hidden... if only for a little while...
when it began I may not remember... maybe its just too far from the reach of my mind.
perhaps I erased the beginning in the depths of time...
I may never find how to get back to the ME I once was....
but I have ME now and take comfort in the thought that just maybe...
maybe that's not so bad after all.
I still have the ME of tomorrow to look forward to.
one that will have accomplished greater than I could ever have imagined,
that's the ME I'd rather be....