• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 03
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Every morning it’s the same
the different stories in my brain
all fizzle out as I remain
in this: reality.

I act as though I am okay
and I can last entire days
but heavy on my shoulders weigh
the Existential Dread.

There are too many thoughts in here
too many steps and words and fears
too much in space and time and years
for matter to much matter…

But soldier on I must, I must
immerse myself in life and trust
one day I’ll forget that it’s just
hopeless and I’ll live.