Elucidating Questions

And underneath the sun and the sky merely continuing. Merely going to tomorrow because it will happen.

The same ending and same future, that it happens.

Someday they will disappear and leave it all behind.

There is only belief in what is. There’s no start there’s no tonight there’s nothing.

Nothing every day, just like this. There’s an ocean that’s never going away and the chains never fall.

There’s hardly enough time and there isn’t enough to spare.

Breaking and broken to the point of the light merely being brightness in eyes too tired to see and a mind too broken to continue.

Play the game play the game every day play or he doesn’t or love or he doesn’t or whatever fucking story

When it’s clear that he never wanted or needed me.

When it’s clear no one ever will.