I have suffered this year to an extent by in which I would not pray on my worst enemy. In the last three years I was given everything I desire, shortly after having it all taken away. I reflect now more than ever on the existential impermanence of reality at it’s core. I have decided to start writing again on a daily basis.

Long on this road I once traveled for you

Trying to find meaning; god help me see this through

I am blind without her

No longer can I inquire nor infer

I slowly pick up the pieces day by day

One falling back as I pick up another in decay

Lost in a sea of existential tragedy

The aftershock of the pink mist where my body no longer sits

lies a hollow shell of who I once was that no longer fits