The way I see it you can either be two ways, without a soul or with one. Everyone is born with a soul, and we've all heard the stories. If I was religous I would say I've sold my soul to the devil, because basically that's what I did. I don't know how it happened, and it all went so fast, and soon before I knew it I was without a soul.
I know it didn't sell my soul, I more of gave it away as a treasure. Something to be found at the bottom of the sea. Something for others to enjoy, not myself because if I don't enjoy my soul why keep it? All I know is that it's gone, I feel that back pit again. It's gone again and I can feel it growing. It's there and I can't stop it.
This is when a person becomes black and white. No soul, expressionless. It's strange really, how someone black and white can go on living. When you're black and white you're like a well oiled machine. A stone among stones, just another cloud in the sky. You do everything the same, you add nothing to it and take nothing from it. You keep on living like there always will be a tomorrow, and there always was a yesterday but you don't care about yesterday you just care about now and tomorrow doesn't matter because you'll be doing the same thing tomorrow that you were doing today and yesterday and forever on.
You know you're black and white when you don't find new things but you give up the old things. You let others fight over your soul and they take it away, and that's how you get rid of it. It's not like you want it anymore, you're black and white anyway. There's no need for a soul when you're black and white, it's a waste to all of humanity. And that's why I sold my soul, because souls are wasted on the black and white.