Tonight, like every other night we all have returned to our bed.
Surrendered our chaos to silence,
Some with a stranger, some with a very old friend.
I wonder how wonderfully you have forgotten everything that didn't allow you to sleep.
How does it feel?
A lot of silence amidst strange chaos and familiar cacophony?
Alienation in familiarity and the sense of attachment in the process of detachment?
Or have I just missed the liberating experience? Your comfort of thoughts without expending the self.
Tonight I go to bed, with the self that's tired in the quest of searching meaning.
Away from the profanity and victims of the philosophies that I never knew.
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