if there is something up there, then why the fuck am i here?and why is it up ? why not down ?
and the three letter word that starts with a 'g' and ends with a 'd'.
what does that even mean ?
Man? Woman? does this... this thing, does it get old ?
does it ever die ?
'cause everyone says, "no, he's always with us."
well first of all, "HE" needs to show his face...
because i cannot see him. i cannot feel him.
but it seems as if everyone else does.
as if when they fall to their knees with reason, and expectations to feel lighter, and convinced that their heads are clear enough to go to sleep.
i've tried...
doing this whole 'knees on the floor, hands on the side of my bed, head down', ordeal.
and every time i open my mouth to speak to this floating existence,
i get stuck.
and my thoughts that i try so hard to conform into sentences that fly out of my mouth,
well they become censored.
and i am afraid.
of what this...
this person in the sky thinks.
i don't even know him. i can't feel him like they do, but i am still afraid of all that he is.
