I don't know why.
But I find myself fascinated by the few hours before noon.
I don't know why.
But I find myself drawn to the small hours after midnight before daybreak.
I don't know why.
But I get an odd feeling. When I feel protected. Just even for those few hours.
As if during those times the world breathes slowly with an undisturbed calm.
With the gentle white lights of the morning and the hazy yellow of the streetlights at night.
The gentle blue and the deep black.
I don't get this world. I tumble over my musings, as the present slips into the past minute by minute. Like a train, I whip past the landscape. But though the land will speed past me, I will always see the sky that changes slowly above me. Always above me. As the clock ticks in time with the train. Like the great wheel of time.
How big is this universe?
We run away.
Off somewhere. This speeding bullet.
I wonder why we live. To be sad to only be raised up. To be happy only to be shot down. To worship only to be ripped from your beliefs and shaken. To make only to break. To sing only to die.
I don't know why.
But I
find myself fascinated by this world.