So I guessed this is pretty much it.

I feel.. I have no idea.. like I don't exist. Is that possible?

Yes.

The purpose of each soul of a being.
Cried out in the sweetness of impulses.
To be swept away in a second of realism.
That which threatens the furnace of feeling beheld.

It is given. Taken and cherished till your body has no use for it.

Discharged in to the ocean of past that seized to exist once before.

Gone.

Nothingness, is what is defined as reason.

This is its purpose in any sound,.
 any moment that I say the syllables of word,
till the faint sign of light overwhelms me.