Timothy

void werks VI

I want to believe in something more than what I see. More
than just reality as I
know it. If this is all there is, then what is the point?
Why wake up in the morning? Is
living for the sake of living enough? I don't want to worry
about my future anymore.
I want to believe in fate, a divine plan for my existence. I
wish I were important
enough to have someone looking down, looking over me, and
caring for me. I
wish I could have faith.

Believing that we only have one chance at this life, and
that we are utterly and
hopelessly alone scares me out of sleep at night. I don't
want to be sad anymore.
I want to be whole again.

~t