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I sit hear in the sand. Watching the moon die in the dawn.

I wait hear for a sign of life to awaken in me.

I wonder day after day why do I wait for the moon to go down.

Is it because I want to see it through the night.

Is it due in part to my desire to be of the shadows in the night?

Is it because I feel a presence in me to watch over my sleeping child?

Is it because of a desire to protect my wife during her slumber?

Is there some dark entity inside my spirit that thrives and lives in the dark?

Is there something else to my physique?

Is there another mind behind my own whispering to me to stay awake for them?

Or am I at this darkness’ mercy to stay awake in the hours of bleak darkness.

Is there really something in each of us that causes us to go into madness?

Is there something that makes our spirits die and wither to eternal pain?

If this is true. Then I am my own god and my own devil.

And if this is true then what do I believe in?

Do I believe that there are more spiritual beings out there to protect me?

Do they guide my hand to the things I need to do.

Do they guide me down the right path that I should fallow, or am I pushed?

For if there are truly extra life bearing beings out there then I must be lost.

But to whom do I belong?

To whom do I bow before?

To what entity do I show my light soul and my darkened mind?

To what god do I ask for help and receive a way out of this madness?

But for now I do not ponder on this too much nor do I hunt them down.

In time I will find my own way.

Till then I shall hold my sprit and my madness in check.

For the sake of my own mind and soul.

For the sake of my family, I will stand alone in my own dawn and dusk.

For there are no gods to just hand me what I need.

I must rely on my own hands and feet.

I must rely on my own skills and powers.

I must rely on me, for my family.