I’m not lost.
I keep coming back to this place where you are supposed to find:
I come here in faith that maybe…. maybe my soul will rattle.
Standing among those who believe I feel stuck in the very tomb that is supposedly to fall if you utter surrender.
Perhaps I have entered my deception wave again.
I hate dissociation.
God where the fuck are you?!
“I feel sick. Why?”
This boulder has become far too heavy.
Come chisel my edge.
Keep a small token.
“I’m fine. Remind me again: what’s my purpose? Oh ok. Thanks”
Don’t be ignorant.
It’s not cute.
“Is this how gods reward the faithful through the ages?”
Have faith you are not forgotten.
“I am so weak
Even in peaceful home