It’s so strange
that my thoughts
are so different
in the morning
and at night.
Each day
I awake with
such conviction
and hope,
but as the sun sets
so does the brightness
of my thoughts
and wants.
That I want at all,
that I want it all—
that I reach for
salvation of the soul
by morning light
and destruction of the self
at night.
This is part of who I am.