Echoes of Clarity (Or So I Thought)

I post a fragment,
a thought barely molded,
a half-finished cup of coffee—
hoping it might wake the world.

“You see, the thing about sunsets…”
and I lose my thread,
like chasing fireflies
that vanish in the dark.

I swear it makes sense at 2 a.m.,
a manifesto in the margins of my mind,
scrawled between the memes
and recipe for a better life
(which I’ve never tried).

Does the world need this?
Does the world want this?
I hit "publish" anyway.

The readers scroll,
half-smirking,
half-curious,
maybe a quarter-annoyed.
(But I’m generous with my math.)

“Look closer,” I urge,
“This blog is a lantern.”
But they see only wax,
a puddle of words pooling at their feet.

In the end,
it’s less about showing the world a better light
and more about whispering into the void,
hoping it echoes back
something brighter
than I could ever imagine.