It’s a drag that God isn’t real.
Kinda wish the world wouldn’t have told me that Santa Claus isn’t real,, there’s a world with magic, then the veil is tugged back.
No magic.
None of that can be real.
That book, the old one and the new one.
Full of magic.
This waking world?
No magic.
External feelings and purpose.
That’s a bummer.
Intoxication is a bummer and a trap, but that world outside?
Bleh.
SO you sit.
Confess and long for any sort of meaning.
And it’s your own fuckin fault,, so,,burn another day,,, honesty is king, Awful and strong.
High strung.
Try to know,,
It’s just the inner chatter.
There’s no place for it so you make one.
Zero value.
Zero product.
Would love to stop thinking, even for an hour..
Alright,, done,, done done done
dawn 