by Erik Woods
Sitting in a shroud of darkness.
|What is it about us night dwellers, why do we find ourselves awake when all others sleep?
Is it the solitude and silence that can only be found in the dark?
Is it because the night offers the only chance for our awakened mind to whisper?
The one place where we can process our thoughts while conscious? I love to sleep but cannot bring myself to do it voluntarily.
Although riddled with loneliness, I am most at peace alone in the dark, while the world comes to a halt and rests.
Knowledge fascinates me; I yearn for more.
Yet with more knowledge comes more to think about in a mind that already runs at maximum capacity.
My goal is to know all things. Yet I can take solace in knowing it can never be fulfilled,
In that I find a simplistic beauty.