2019

They're all dead inside

The fire has gone from their blood

Bones rub against flesh

Endlessly

Tirelessly

Searching for reason,

For fate

For safety

It's true we'd feel better if it was simply out of our hands

A part of the biggest plan

The truth is of no consequence if it does not comfort man in search of purpose

We warm ourselves with drink, chemicals, the bodies of strangers and yet we remain as empty as always, colder even

Longing for a promise kept by an illusion

We do not exist for the sake of our own ego, we are made of things that never die but we are trapped in a form aware of its own fate

And so we choose to ignore the big picture, we focus on the absolute minute and that way we aren't afraid that we are wasting whatever it is we have. Whatever it is that makes us so much different than other animals