Elucidating Questions

Is it morning or noon. Hiding in dreams when the day is too much and the daylight is plentiful.

Yet the nameless stories of actions and words, untold and secret as the strange things happen and the hope is for freedom of uncontrollable minds.

Safety in a world of strangeness, safety in the existence of nothing and others.

Hiding in plain sight.

Left to try to put the shards together.

Slipping back into it like the dragging into darkness.

Can’t wake when the world is too hard to face.

Is it a waste of time to chase stories that will never occur.