screen

the screen, a tiny window into the unknown but why, why is so much and so very little searching for endless possibilities and being left with none in the darkness, the thick of night a beacon of hope, words upon pictures overwhelming and unknown and yet still, a distraction to the thought thoughts thoughts thoughts which lingering within is like playing with fire so let me play with you instead just kidding, I can't the night too thick, the mind too bleak, too trapped within endless worries and insecurities and unable to accept eternal internal external humility I lose track, I don't know I don't know what any of this is