Sober Synthesis

THE NIGHT HAS RISEN

By Nix 

I feel lonely.

Like I am the one person in a room.

I am, in fact, the one person in this room.

The night has risen.

It’s quiet.

I feel as if I must cry.

I must feel disconnected.

It happens.

When this happens

I may become creative.

(Or at least have creative thoughts.)

Creating something from nothing

Is an invention.

Perhaps disconnection leads to imagination and imagination leads to connection.

Connection leads us to fulfillment and fulfillment leads us to happiness.

I fill.

I consume.

Glass empty.

I am not sure what will fill this glass next,

But I am sure that we have all felt loneliness.

We have this in common.

I ask myself,

“Why is the quiet a sad sound?”

The sun has disconnected from my sky.

The night has risen.

It’s within the night distraction is lost

And I must lay with my thoughts.

I would like to think about happiness.

Written by Nix