thoughts at 2am.
on why the world invokes
endless questions
and lends
so few answers.
on whether
gods
look over us,
or we're left to
look over ourselves.
on whether reality
is
objective,
or simply a product
of
our perceptions.
if what we know is instinct
or only created by
society.
and
if love is truly real
or simply created
to suit the situation.
and why,
at 2:04am,
i sit here contemplating
my existence.