Lower myself into this bed like a coffin, don’t wanna come up for air until I’m resurrected.  Wish I could burn this whole universe to the ground.

I lived in a universe where everything made sense.  Where everything was right.  Turn a corner and I’m flung into this… this plague of apathy, despondency, futility.

Wish I could just stay in that universe.  It’s a good one.  Can’t hold down a job there but it matters zero to me.

All this shit that doesn’t matter.  I’m just a fancy ape working 16 hour shifts.

How does that make any sense at all?

I keep having to rebuild my life.

Stack my tower all the way to heaven, stare God in the face until Crash Glorious.