Awakened Senses

Senses awakening in the middle of the night, wondering what is going on, why are they rubbing the sleep from their eyes right now. Slipping into caverns of hidden departures, finding their way through darkened visions, searching for the ideas of turmoil that have intervened in their nightly rest. Interesting thoughts developing out of curiosity and looked into, forming conclusions in depths of interior knowing. Coming into the lights of knowledge, traipsing off into jagged rocks left on the shores of belonging, never in abject loneliness. Senses having been awakened for unknown reasons and now are left hanging by strings of unkempt thoughts, undeveloped in caverns of misuse, never being brought forth because they have all died from neglect, no more to be seen from any direction or sense.