we live in a dream
staring deep into the mystery
floating on waters unseen
freed from non being
to collapse into...

well, we don’t know?

but we have a few guesses!
I guess I’m a mess.
waking up at 5am
just to smoke weed
stare at my LCD
images from JWST
light bent by gravity...

you know the one.

and here i am.
thrift store pants
split sideways
stone like a sheep
wishing i were asleep
under stars i can see.
free from city lights
back into the mystery
the question we whisper,
but never speak...

why are we?