The Labyrinth and The Void

The serenity of night sometimes shatters into insomnia. Silence bleeds with questions. Will I ever escape this labyrinth of existence? How do I follow the thread to my great perhaps? And if I do, will it be the same moment my atoms scatter as heat into the cold breath of the universe? Rare notes of music drift through, pretending to be answers. But every note fades, and silence returns, whispering that the answer waits in the dark void where sleep swallows thought. ©thephsysicslover