In the beginning, God created the earth, and he looked upon it in His cosmic loneliness.
And God said, “Let Us make living creatures out of mud, so the mud can see what We have done.” And God created every living creature that now moveth, and one was man. Mud as man alone could speak. God…
I didn’t sleep. I didn’t realize the demon haunting me was a memory I hadn’t caught up with. The Bible you taught with was too heavy; it leaked it’s ink into my veins. The God you preached to me would some day take you away. I wasn’t ready but who else was there to blame?
Today marks one year. I’ve tried to be strong but I must say, it still hurts the same.
I feel a breaking point coming.
All of my friends say that their god is dead
They lie awake and wait for something that I don’t understand
All of my man made philosophies are boring me to sleep and I guess that’s ok with me.
And if this town burnt down in the middle of the night, well I guess that would be alright, as long as I was sleeping
But I find it hard to rest in this goddamn haunted town but I swear that I feel alive, at least I’m still breathing
My last days in this Goddamn place has left me emotionally drained. I cannot wait to be in Saint Augustine. I’m ready for a new start.
Flux.
You had to fade away. You had to leave.
