i asked the night a question
it didn’t answer
maybe the silence was the answer
like how my shadow holds light
without ever touching me
i sometimes ponder whether the universe in lonely
or if forever feels full
just by existing
some days i think i hear the hum of infinity
but its in my chest
maybe i’ll watch some raindrops on my window
but i’ll think about people instead
some splash across the edge
they collide, change paths
disappear
and i can’t help but the think the glass is a god
or maybe just a mirror of fate
choice
fate
i may just be a question
who thinks she’s the answer
but that’s okay
the darkness doesn’t explain itself