Laying down in bed,
Dark calm, and still.
The window was open, letting in a cool summer breeze
Stars shimmering, millions of miles away.
Was this it?
What was said to be real felt like fantasy,
Was there anything beyond this?
Beyond our normal lives, is there anything?
Were any of our beliefs real?
I realized I was falling,
What was there to life if the end is unknown?
The unfathomable thought
That darkness is what we see,
At the end of the abyss.