2am
I am glad there was rain
the familiar daylight houses
look menacing at this hour
but I know they are not
but my mind-
questions them
anyway,
so I go inside
to have a dream
down in this forest
made by human beings;
like myself.

perception is an interesting thing, how some people love change, some love comfort, I suppose you get used to either by exposure, and by exposure you gain experience, it is almost criminal you know, that we gather all this in a lifetime and can not transfer it… that is why I hope for an afterlife.. besides the obvious of the stopping of my existence, well, at least as time moves forward, I will have existed, but I am not sure what condolence that might leave me… as i leave…