the night and I

The room maybe dark, but my mind isn't yet.
The silence only does aid the consciousness of my screaming mind
Decisions have been made today, decisions to face the choices at hand.
Self admittedly, the choices always exist, they always did, always will.

Something elemental broke inside me, revealing new possibilities but not before yielding some answers to older adversary questions.

To the people surrounding me, I request patience.
I know I don't deserve your consideration, I probably never have.
I humbly beg you stay out of reach while the fires of my self destructive exile consume all around.

I shall never return, the self you knew may die forever.
I can only promise you change.. For change is the only static phenomenon ever..
Nothing is as predictable as change..

As for me, my metamorphosis may never complete. I may cease just steps away from the destination, or so it would seem.
If only I knew for sure I was heading towards a finite destination and not running towards the horizon.

For now, all I know, is nothing..
The nothing that I know, seem everything that is important to me..
Everything is a wasted concept.
Nothing is a much more consuming ideal..

Are we everything or just nothing..