THE UNTIMELY EXPOSITION OF A VOID

An etherial whiz surrounds me in a haze - a dispassionate rendering of agnosticism approaching from the hills. Carried in upon the fog and the mist.

I'm riding clouds of bullshit daily.

Coffee. Cup. Money. Broke.

More money.

Broke again.

More money.

Broke again.

I WANT THAT SHIT TO STOP.

I wish I could just do what I want without having to worry. And I always think "just a little bit more."

It's never enough money.

Nothingness is coming quickly. The void. The darkness. The vastness.

The bullshit.

Because if we are only human, surrounded by nothing - that makes me a compendium of nothing.

This is a dangerous road to tread. Agnosticism is equivalent to all hopes dashed. I am worried - nothing is a big concept to handle.

Help me, Ricky Gervais. Help me grasp the void.

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