In the quiet hours of the night, where shadows dance and whispers of the past linger, we search for meaning. We run through the labyrinth of our thoughts, seeking solace from the tears and fears that haunt us. Outside the fleeting pleasure of pain, our hopes often drown in the shame of all we witness and endure. Are we merely crusaders, instigators, fanatics, and maniacs, struggling for a new ache, a fresh wound to remind us we are alive?

Where would I be, where would you, if all we have and know is confined to this moment, with no choices beyond the forces of love and evil? What if our existence is just this—now and nevermore? What if all our dreams and meanings simply return to the soil, forgotten and decayed?

Are we the watchers, the listeners, the movers of purpose, or are we driven by a primal urge to dig deep within, to cover the cavern of darkness and emptiness inside us? Are we truly here and real, or do we live only to become nothing once again?

Wasn’t there supposed to be something more? Each time I step outside, greedy for knowledge and stimulation, I forget the reasons I sought truths in life. In my quest, I leave behind the very essence of what it means to be alive. We are all seekers, yearning for something beyond the tangible, yet often missing the simple truths that lie in our wake. 😔

©️ Beatriz Esmer