The Sun sets, and I am in chaos as I wait for night to pass into morning
Sleep comes slowly and in broken bursts
My thoughts, like a network, race between connections that resist identification
I draw near, and sleep overtakes me
The Sun sets, and I feel a star slowly devouring me
Will I be engulfed in the inverted darkness of the light I have arrested inside of me?
Will I push away anything that shares an orbit with me if I let all of this emerge?
Are my emotions too much to exist in reality?
The Sun sets, and I am left standing in the emptiness of space, and in the crowds that pass beside me
Empty or full? Collapse or explode? Is my destruction inevitable?
Will I destroy myself by trying to protect others - is it worth the destruction?
I fall into the abyss, their steps swarm over me, and I feel myself lost
The Sun sets, and I can see the connections between them
I can sense their love and hate and confusion, their pain, and their fears, and their wishes
They are naked, and I am in a cage watching them pass by in their beauty and finiteness
Someone noticed me once, twice, probably no more than that
The Sun sets, and I am in chaos, and I don't know if that chaos is my freedom or my cage or both
