the night is a Burden
a Blessing
the reason I feel alive
but the dangers
are more common
at this time

i do not sleep
nor count a single sheep
i lay down
and stare

i ask the questions
no one would even dare

"what is the afterlife?"
"how are things so unique?"
"how are things so different?"
"why is there not just one?"

one type of an item
one type of a human
one type of an atom
one type of something broken

these questions i ponder at night
is the beginning of
my sulking times