Late Night Thoughts

Silence is a language

My language

The language of many

That many can’t understand

How lucky were we for our paths to have crossed

A breath of cold, fresh air filled my heart

It’s trivial that all things come to an end

Like a Markov chain

Anger and pain

In the subway train

I’m out of time

To get any closer

I HAVE TO SUBTRACT THE ZERO

Forever is slippery and out of reach

Like liberty

And freewill

And the networks of the prefrontal cortex

And useless analogies

And futil poetry

Of course, none of this makes sense …

Unless, you went down this road before

I doubt that …

I doubt that you can dissect your thoughts

I doubt the winter

I doubt doubt

Doubt is tricky

It cheats sometimes

Your job is to see the glitch

And sit back with a smile

Knowing it was all a dream

Inside a dream

Let these words set you free

From the cage, I made for you

I hope you escape

I hate power, It’s corrosive

Like acid

At the horizon of two substances

A reaction happens

They exchange electrons

Forever altering each other

I didn’t like the power you gave me

I was a messenger with no message

I had nothing to say

Time is a flat circle

It goes back to silence

Which is my entire world, per se