People who walk in the night.

You and I are in the dark. We see signs, but never could fully understand. This is how they prefer it. Maybe their goal is to confuse. Possibly to enrage. It could be that they are seeking agreeance or validation. Their message is unclear. We create our own premonitions – internally, sometimes externally, about who these people are and why they do what they do. My interest in them is vague, but constantly pestering. I need to know more. I need to feel the thoughts of theirs. I need to see what they see. I want to act as they do. These people could be anyone. How could I possibly find them if they don’t seem to want to be found. They slink around at night, and seeming disappear during the day. My questions for them are endless. Maybe they don’t sleep at all. Maybe they sleep for days on end. Their places of work are curious, allowing them to do what they do. Their work seems simple, but could be outrageously complex. They exist in a world in which I see no obvious entry. A world I yearn to be apart of.