am i awake yet?
is there more?
i once thought
"oh THIS. this is life -
i had been missing it
all this time."
but i can't quite remember
the epiphany of then
as i slosh my way
through the fog
and misty mud,
this twilight.
is this the darkness they speak of?
or is it something else?
something more akin to sleep, or
a hardening, than
open eyes blinded by
too much light?