lurking epiphanies

the wretched epiphanies of life most times lurk amongst daylight but choose to only reveal themselves at midnight's dawn. pushing aside all notions of slumber, the truth of life swells and twirls like a whirlwind within. a tease of a tornado tickles the thought, and i find myself chasing it, hands out-stretched and grasping at air.

i know not how this malfunctionary existence came about but have since embraced it like a lover's caress, letting the notion overcome my hesitance and doubt, and wallow in it's discomfort, with abandon, and a crooked smile.

my hands remain empty.