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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