Pointless
It’s all pointless
And there’s all these people searching for their purpose in life when there isn’t one
We exist and then we die
And everyone likes existing in hell
So what am I here for?
Nothing
But I can’t die because absolute nothing is terrifying
And I have yet to see evidence that the paradise I wish for exists
Probably my crazed assertion that this was supposed to be paradise and we broke it
For money
Yay money
And there’s nothing more queer than being in a crowd of people entirely alone
In this room full of 8 billion people
And I don’t understand any of them
So I waste my time with ink and words two people read
Because I’m powerless to do otherwise
Can I be included?
I ask
No that sounds like work
永遠に一人1人独り
人?
ありえないけど
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