Complex

Is there a purpose?

An endgame?

I have no reason

for anything

to be at all.

I’m not

looking

in your scriptures.

I’m not

listening

to your songs.

I want to bury

myself

in the earth.

Just so I can feel

whole

again.

Or take a trip

to outer space

and jump.

See how far

forever

really is.

Begin at the start.

End never.

No purpose.

No direction.

Stasis.

Peel myself out of my skin.

Dig deep beneath

the

muscle and sinew and bone.

Tear apart

the

atoms and molecules.

Discover

the

nothingness holding me together.

If nothing is there, then where am I?

Am I?

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Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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