It's me, god.
Sorry, I didn't recognize your voice.
I'm still here.
It's still yours.
Dear God,
My private letters to God, so fuck off. Unless it's you. In which case, I waited long enough for you to ask for it back, and you didn't. So just read it, or fuck off.
Monday 3 July 2017
Wednesday 25 November 2015
So here we are again, eh
Yeah, you know what I mean.
So, if I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged? If I don't. will I ever find it again? Either way, will it make a difference? When all is said and done, there will be nothing left to say or do, so what difference could it make?
Yes, I am writing under the influence. A $7.99 box of red swill, if you must know. As if you didn't already.
Anyways, back on topic, here I am, listening to songs that remind me of what I had, what I could have been, and what's been lost. Bottom line, I'm a loser, so why don't I kill me? I have no fucking idea.
So, if I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged? If I don't. will I ever find it again? Either way, will it make a difference? When all is said and done, there will be nothing left to say or do, so what difference could it make?
Yes, I am writing under the influence. A $7.99 box of red swill, if you must know. As if you didn't already.
Anyways, back on topic, here I am, listening to songs that remind me of what I had, what I could have been, and what's been lost. Bottom line, I'm a loser, so why don't I kill me? I have no fucking idea.
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