The night slips in quietly, no need to ask It simply arrives And they drift by — little sparks of need No anger, no sorrow, just the pull of life Hunger woven into fragile wings Like stars falling softly through the dark I am the edge between me and everything Thin and alive, quietly beating They brush through gently, no harm meant Just touching the world... through my skin My blood sighs softly: you exist Piiii... oh, it's a whisper in the quiet A reminder that silence holds its breath Mosquitoes — tiny mirrors in the night I live to eat, they live to drink Just a breath apart in the dance We all lean on the absurd... and it's okay You exist... you exist... ohhh Camus smiles and says picture Sisyphus content I see the mosquito drift away full Wings light with what it took While I trace the soft red mark Whispering thanks into the breeze Who's truer here? The quiet feeder or me? Piiii... little song in the stillness Mosquitoes show the mirror clear We live, we take, we give back somehow On the body of the strange and beautiful absurd If there's a god, maybe he's humming too Not judging... just passing by Leaving a gentle itch like a memory You exist... you exist... mmm-ohhh Mosquitoes aren't foes or lovers They're just echoes of being here The line of "I" fades in the touch Where dreams soften into real feeling... ...and a quiet itch lingers like love Piiii... never truly silent We all share this absurd grace You exist... you exist...
