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.