I don’t know
Why am I writing this post?
Why do I even have a blog?
Does anyone even read what I write?
I don’t know.
Do I love to write?
I don’t know.
Maybe I just want to sleep.
Maybe I just want some peace.
I’m still, I’m quiet, I’m empty inside.
My eyes are shut, my fan is off,
there’s no voice, there’s no noise.
I see obscurity, and I see somebody in darkness.
Maybe it’s me.
How can I see even with my eyes shut?
I don’t know.
I see, that someone is breathing,
breathing in; breathing out.
I can hear the breathing,
I can feel the warmth.
Why is he breathing?
Why is he alive?
I don’t know.
I see him working,
he works, he sleeps,
he wakes up, he works again.
Why does he work?
I don’t know.
What is the purpose of anything I see?
What is the purpose of anything I write?
What is the purpose of work?
What is the purpose of life?
I don’t know.
Maybe I just want to sleep.
Maybe I just want some peace.
Maybe that’s the purpose of life.
But, I don’t know.
My eyes are shut, my fan is off,
there’s no voice, there’s no noise,
I still can’t sleep.
Why? I don’t know.
One thing I know for sure is I am finding peace as I write.