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.